If not for photography I might run too much. Sadly, when friends refer to rehab projects, I think of ankles and knees. Anything in excess is unhealthy, even “good for your body” things like exercise. Fortunately, photography provides enough outdoor thrills to compensate for an endorphin-less “rest day” like this past Saturday. [Read more →]
Wednesday included a trip to Franklin Park Conservatory with Matt’s school class. I make it a point to do as many field trips and classroom events as possible, knowing my opportunities for peer group inclusion to be a finite resource destined for some dry spells during adolescence. Matt still signs me up for everything, astutely avoiding crafts and cooking in favor of the more suitable (for his mom) games and drama/music activities. [Read more →]
My sister’s current tag line for virtually all text messages is “I can’t wait ‘til SPRING!” I know; I know… We’ve been well-wintered this year and have the damp piles of snow pants in our laundry rooms to prove it. Over-sized mugs leave the dishwasher only to be refilled with steaming hot chocolate or cider. Sleds and shovels lean at-the-ready against a garage wall, never quite making it back into their storage spaces. [Read more →]
Hibernation is not a real option for most mammals, although many attempt it in one form or another as a “winter dodge”. Cooking endless pots of chicken soup and making serious indentations in the TV sofa, many wait for the weatherman’s OK to venture out for much more than work and essential errands. “It’s not the cold; it’s the lack of daylight!” -a frozen variation on Ohio’s summertime conversation staple: “It’s not the heat; it’s the humidity!”
But if you huddle indoors to wait for spring, the chill still does its glacial creep up your front walkway… It seems more effective to simply add the extra layers of clothing and head outside to face winter’s blast (even if it does take an extra ten minutes by February because half the winter wear has been borrowed, lost, or is stylishly displayed on the front-yard snowman, and some of us still prefer the dignity of matched gloves).
I idled in some “oh no, it snowed” traffic this morning, calculating the whole while how much faster I could have covered my route on foot. Tempting… There is something so renewing about running through fresh white stuff. When you’re intently focused on maintaining an upright position, the trail tends to end sooner than expected or desired. [Read more →]
