Well, here I am again. Still exercising and still walking and as you may have guessed… still socializing. It seems when I have friends in my plans, I forget to blog. Earlier this month I spaced out blogging when a longtime friend was passing through my city and she spent the night before heading home.
Yesterday it was a lazy evening with a dear friend celebrating good news. Easy conversation, laughter, happy hour, wine and then off for a meal. I can honestly say that at no time last night did I think about blogging. and the best thing is – I know you all understand!
The Write 31 Day Challenge is coming to an end on November 1. Somehow – I don’t know how – the month flew by. It seems like I was just lamenting the loss of September and now October is ending.
As for me, I’ll keep moving – walking, biking and exercising. Will I continue to write? Hmmm. I’m not sure.
Good night for now and I’ll see you tomorrow – Margekatherine
today was one of those rare days in Northern Colorado where the skies are heavy and gray and the humidity is bursting with moisture. we don’t get them often so when we do, I fall into the routine of doing domestic stuff. making soup is the one thing I turn to that helps ground me. I love soup and I usually order it instead of salad when I am eating out. today’s soup was a family favorite – meaning a favorite of mine as a child. it’s a basic chicken soup with a type of pasta called pastina or officially ‘acini di pepe’ instead of noodles or potatoes. it’s my ‘go-to’ soup on days like today. I make one pot and eat it all week-long.
the other thing I like to do on days like today is going to the library. it gets me out of the confines of the house and in a building where other people are mulling about. that’s very important to me because I could easily sit here all day, making soup, baking, reading, writing and having no people interaction. not good.
at the library I checked out the book titled Mercy by Jodi Picoult. I began the book early this month on my way to Carson City and read it on the plane, at my son’s house, and on the return plane. for the life of me I can’t find it anywhere. maybe it’s on the plane? so, back to the library I went and tada — now I have a good book to read on a rainy day. sweet, right?
well, it’s time to say adieu, good night, farewell, adios and I’ll see you back here tomorrow.
Yesterday was one of those memorable days. Playing with my 7-year-old grandson in the leaves, throwing football, playing chase, losing in Dominoes, reviewing baby pictures … the stuff that turns a solitary day into memories. As the years tick by, our activities change. Our roles change too. When he and I play games we are equals. In the kitchen, he is the student – for now. Playing online games, he is the teacher.
Seven years soon turns into 17 and when that happen, what will be the glue that holds us together? I hope the glue includes respect, caring and love. I also hope this interaction is up-close and personal. That we live nearby each other and stay connected. That means everything to me.
My brother lives in Zürich and is surrounded by family. His 4 children and their spouses and 5 grandchildren always gather together on Sundays for family dinner. If I contact him on Skype, I often get to see the melee behind him. Food cooking on the stove, toddlers waddling by, preschoolers visiting to say hello to me – it’s joyful chaos. My brother is in his glory having everyone together.
That’s not the world I live in. The majority of my family lives many miles from me. Getting together is a big thing – we don’t gather during the holidays but for other occasions such as graduations, anniversaries, weddings and sometimes for funerals.
If I had my way, I’d live closer to family – which means I would want them near me (I don’t want to be the one that has to move!) or at least living within a day’s drive.
My alternative to having family nearby is to create a new family through friends. These are people who stay in touch, care about me and want to be with me. As I mentioned in another post, making new friends in a community where everyone else has history, job connections, family and friends nearby – is not an easy task.
My melancholy mood is certainly tied to the change in weather, amount of light, altered seasons and all those things I have no control over. It makes me want to DO something. Does that even make sense? If so, let me know because it confounds me. I’ll close for now and offer you all a warm hug and a cup of hot cocoa.
“The sum of the whole is this: walk and be happy, walk and be healthy. “The best of all ways to lengthen our days” is not, as Mr. Thomas Moore has it, “to steal a few hours from night, my love;” but, with leave be it spoken, to walk steadily and with a purpose. The wandering man knows of certain ancients, far gone in years, who have staved off infirmities and dissolution by earnest walking,–hale fellows close upon eighty and ninety, but brisk as boys.”
– Charles Dickens
“Above all do not lose your desire to walk. Everyday I walk myself into a state of well being and walk away from every illness. I have walked myself into my best thoughts and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it. But by sitting still, and the more one sits still, the closer one comes to feeling ill … if one keeps on walking everything will be alright.”
– Soren Kierkegaard
Hi There –Here’s something I want to share with you:
In 1929 on this very day my mom was born and she died 65 years later.
A toast to my mom for all the trials and tribulations she went through. All the lessons learns, all the goodwill she created and the legacy she left behind. A big hug and many thanks mom!
Today was a blur for me. I did my exercise – at the gym. On the treadmill (boo, hiss, yuck) then in the weight room (yippee, bravo, score!) and then later in the day a walk with 2 friends. The walk was the best – the weather was mild, the sun was shining and conversation was ongoing.
I did not take any photos today but my wonderful friend Deb sent me a photo she took from her walk. The view of the Boulder Flatirons is amazing and there’s not a cloud to be seen! A big hug and thanks to her for helping me add media, color and substance to this puny post.
I had a strange bike ride this morning. I rode about 3 miles and then came to a detour on the bike path. I decided to turn around and head west. I rode for about 2 miles and came upon LOTS of people running. It wasn’t a race – just a running club. There must have been over 70 people, young and old. Some were jogging, some walking, some running very hard. They were on the path for another 2 miles. I realized the Universe had a different plan for me.
I hauled my bike off the path and onto the road. Bike riding in my area is easy to do because we have bike lanes everywhere. And riding on a Sunday made it all the easier. I rode until I happened upon a garage sale. There wasn’t anything I wanted to buy but the seller and I talked for about a half hour about family, children, grandchildren, jobs and the area. It was the reason I was detoured twice on my initial route – just so I could end up talking to her.
After I rode away, the wind started to blow and the trees just let loose with their leaves. I got off my bike and let the leaves wash over me. It was a surreal moment – it looked like it was something from a Hallmark movie. The only thing missing was the puppy dog looking on with love.
I eventually got my hour of movement but it was nothing like I had planned. It was a bike ride, detour, detour, conversation, shower and bike ride.
Some sort of movement for 31 days has been my challenge since Oct 1 (a mere 6 days ago.) That actually isn’t the hard challenge for me – blogging for 31 days is. My movement days – walking, working out, hiking, biking are part of my routine – though this public view will make sure I don’t miss at all this month.
But it’s the blogging part of it that is truly challenging me. I can write about my workout which can be interesting sometimes (like when I am on vacation, or climbing Mt Everest or such) however I feel I have to offer a bit more to you to keep you coming back tomorrow and the next tomorrow and 25 more tomorrows. Right?
So, if I were out taking a walk with you, what do you think we’d discuss? I mean … besides health, jobs, and family? What do you like to do when you’re not on this fantastic hike with me?
What books have you read lately? You can be sure I’ll listen carefully when you tell me. I love to read and if you’re enjoying a book I might check it out as well and read it. Been anywhere fun lately? Making plans for future trips? Met any interesting people, seen any good or bad movies? Accepted any challenges in the past few months? What excites you?
I’d be sure to tell you about A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman that I read for my book group. It’s a story about a mean old man who follows each and every rule to the letter. And as we follow his story, circumstances around him change and we see his life unfold. It’s endearing.
I’d try to describe the Steward Indian School compound that I visit each time I travel to Carson City. I’d get tangled up trying to explain the beauty behind the stone work on the buildings — most of which are standing empty and boarded up.
I doubt we would wonder what time it was, how much longer we had to walk or when would we finish. Talking while walking is the ultimate workout. I learn, listen, share and move. It’s a win-win and it feels so good.
So, let me know if you’re planning a visit to the area. I will put you on my calendar and wait patiently for our walk.
You are the books you read, the films you watch, the music you listen to, the people you meet, the dreams you have, the conversation you engage in. You are what you take from these. You are the sound of the ocean, the breath of fresh air, the brightest light and the darkest corner. You are a collective of every experience you have had in your life. You are every single second of every single day. So drown yourself in a sea of knowledge and existence. Let the words run through your veins and the colors fill your mind. — Jac Vanek
Walking in Carson City during the lunch hour is a fun place to be. Since Carson City is the capital of Nevada, I was surrounded by history and government. Everywhere I looked I saw signage about the Pony Express and the men who rode the trail year after year to connect the east and west via mail. Those letters contained marriage proposals, business documents, deeds, and the hopes and dreams of the early pioneers. Their role made some miserable lives a bit more meaningful. My thanks to them and their endeavors.
On the main drag in Carson City, NV, the majestic administration buildings and dome capital building shined in the afternoon sun. These glorious building were hemmed in by old and tired looking gambling casinos, run down businesses and some new and hoppy pubs and breweries.
The second half of my walk took place at the Steward Indian School. This amazing compound located on 240 acres in S. Carson City opened 1890 until 1980. It’s mission was to “train and education Indian children with the ultimate goal of assimilation.” This lofty goal of the US Government was part of the mindset back then. To rein in and tame the Indian spirit and teach them the ‘white man’s ways.’ As if the white man’s ways were the one and only way to do things. I hope the Indians benefited in some way from this school and that they were able to make a living in the ever changing white world.
As the number of school children grew, those trained in stone masonry constructed over 60 native stone buildings. I hope it was all part of the learning phase and the Indian masons were compensated for their efforts.
Although most of those buildings are boarded up, a handful are open and operating by the state of Nevada for training, classes and agency offices. These buildings are amazing – the stonework takes your breath away. They are solid-looking and so attractive. Be sure to look at my photos below. The Steward Indian School is listed on the National Registrar of Historic Places. My guess is that most people in Carson City have no idea the place is there. It is full of history and beauty and boarded by the Sierra Nevada mountains.
I got lucky! I learned about this 31 Day Challenge after agreeing to partner up with my sister-friend so we could hold each other accountable for taking good care of our bodies. My goal during the month of October 2015 is to walk 4 miles daily or move (ride my bike, dance, leap tall buildings, run stairs, hulu hoop, jump rope) at least an hour every day. The hour has to be intense movement – no strolling or lollygagging. Nope.
Intense. Fierce. Rewarding. Energizing. Powerful.
I’ll write about my daily endeavors so you can join in with your own activities.
Day 1 is going to be a delightful walk in the capital of Nevada, Carson City. The city is surrounded by mountains on 3 sides. It’s pretty dry here and today there’s a dark sky with the hope and promise of rain. In fact, with my little eye, I spy raindrops. Perfect for high energy 4 mile walk to begin this wonderful challenge!
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