Sunday, September 23, 2012

Blast from the past


I can't believe this photo. I think the kids were 11, 8, 4, and 3 at this point. It was a bit before we moved to Boise. Now they are 24, 21, 17, and 16. 


What a difference a few years makes!

This one just tickled my funny bone. It's sure been the year for more smokey days than clear ones.  


Friday, September 21, 2012

Just a quicky

I just realized something. 

It took ALOT less time getting used to NOT BEING Relief Society president than it took to get used to BEING the Relief Society president. 

I never felt comfortable with it completely. There was always something I thought I should be doing better, but near the end at least I felt I had grown into the job. Ha ha...thinking about it, I've always had this idea that whatever I do is no big deal. I just don't see how big it is or how important it is...because I DID IT. That's the way I feel with Relief Society president. Towards the end it became NOT A BIG DEAL, and that's why I knew my time was almost done. 

Since about June I was so busy with Relief Society and my parents' 50th party that I had to put some other things on the back burner. After about 1.5 weeks of doing not much of anything, I finally started reading, tatting and playing the piano again. It's nice to pick up the things I had to postpone. 

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

The Path Less Traveled

Copied from my other blog today...

One of the best things about our 5k training is the route we take. It starts at the top of a hill and connects with the Greenbelt. For the first piece, the Connector (freeway) runs near the Greenbelt, and the noise of the traffic nearly drowns out my music. After the Greenbelt leaves the Connector, things get a bit quieter. The only traffic are bicyclists, walkers and other runners. A few buildings pop up here and there, and once in a while we see city streets nearby. 

We cross a series of three bridges. The second one is my favorite. Just before the bridge there's a sign outlining the laws of the bridge, telling crossers what they can and can't do. My interpretation is...Don't hurt others, but go ahead and kill yourself if you want! This bridge crosses the Boise River, and I often look to the side to watch the river as it flows under me. Today I saw a squirrel on the struts of the bridge. He ran five or six feet and then paused to look at me, and repeated that process several times. I told him, "Yes, even you can run faster than me, but thanks for checking up on me." 

Once we pass the bridges we find the fireman memorial. It reminds us of the firefighters who have lost their lives in the line of duty. I feel gratitude for them as I pass. 

Then we pass under Americana Blvd and run past a small falls in the river. Now we are at my favorite part of the entire route. This makes the whole trip worth it. The path travels along side the river. I can look over and see the flowing water as it races past me. The sound of the water joins my music to give it a fuller, more satisfying flavor. The noise of city traffic is only a memory. In front of me I see only green grass and trees spreading their branches over the Greenbelt. In this one stretch, I find peace and feel as if I could go on running forever. 

Soon after this we turn around and go back. As we add time and distance we will go farther, but I think I've found my favorite place on the entire Greenbelt.