Exercising In The Dark And Cold.

One of the hardest things to get used to in Boise is that the sun comes up so late. At 7 am it's still dark these mornings, and it will only get worse when we switch to daylight savings time. Rousing myself to get up and exercise in the morning is difficult, especially when the temperature is in the low 20s. 

But I decided I'm tired of being house-bound, so this morning I got up and braved the dark and cold. I drove a half mile to the Boise River and walked a little over two miles. As I got back to my car, the faintest trace of day had begun to light the eastern sky. 

I drove home, had an espresso, and looked out the front door.

Looks like I just got home in time.

More of the same tomorrow.

P.

Phyllis Jane, August 4, 1915 to February 14, 2012.

My mom died last night, peacefully, at home after 96 and a half years full of life.

I mourn her absence, and I'm relieved that she went quickly and painlessly at the end.

We should all be so lucky.

P.

The Rules Of Tooting.

We were watching the girls this evening, and, at dinner, Luciya asked for some milk.

"Milk makes me the tootiest!" she exclaimed proudly.

"Ummm," we replied.

"My daddy told me the rules for tooting," she said, glorying in the extent of her knowledge of the world.

"That's good," we replied.

"Never toot in someone's nose, because then they can smell it," she said wisely.
"And never toot in someone's eyeball!"

Surely those are rules we can all live by.

P.