Church stuff fills in some of those 'empty hours.' I've been linked with the young men of our congregation ever since I was a young man.
Paula has always had busy assignments; most recently, she's the Scout Committee ChairWoman/Person, and has whipped that in to shape.
She's also been assigned to help with the Family History Library.
Owning a house means maintaining it, and she has been working since we got home from Peru to bend the gardens to her will, among other things.
We're planning a bike trip in the southern hemisphere in February, which means staying in shape meanwhile in the northern hemisphere. Paula and I do at least a 50-mile ride and a couple of shorter ones each week, bundled appropriately.
Avoiding the local wildlife. And you Texans think YOU have big rabbits...
I'm trying to find some of the lines from Rubaiyat by Omar Kayaam. Ah, yes, here they are:
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread—and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness—
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow
OK, pretending that southern Wake County is a paradise in the wilderness (ignoring the subdivisions springing up), and that neither one of us sings very well,
A Bike Seat, comfortable enow,
A Water Bottle, Granola Bar - and Thou
Beside me resting by the Trail,
Your Tire, the victim of a Nail
Yeah, well, that one may not be quoted for a thousand years. Meanwhile, we're staying plenty busy, but thoroughly enjoying the nice freedom to mostly choose what kind of busy.
We hope you're also finding enough to stay out of trouble.
Dave & Paula
1 comment:
I love re-writing verse to fit the situation I am in. Nicely done with the lines from Rubaiyat. I can remember when John used to ride his bike all over western Wake County on little country roads. Those days are long gone. Sounds like the southern end is going the same route. Ride on, while you can!
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