As I ran on Tuesday morning I reflected that I did not have many Mohawk Valley attractions or events to blog about this week. While I am running in the Mohawk Valley so technically a blog about my run counts, I wonder how many running blogs I can really get away with. Cheer up, I told myself, maybe something really striking will happen on this run that will demand a blog post.
As I ran down Margaret Street I saw where someone had been drawing on the sidewalk with chalk and had written something to the effect of thank you to all who had served and sacrificed for their country. Not half a block later I saw an older gentleman getting out of his car and I’m pretty sure he had a Marine cap on. I wanted to yell out, “Hey, there’s a message for you!” but I wasn’t quite sure about the hat (not that I run so fast, but the guy wasn’t facing me). Imagine my chagrin if it turned out to be an ordinary ball cap.
I ran on and paused when I found a penny. I’ve read that angels leave coins for people as a message of encouragement. I’m sure some people don’t believe that. The way I look at it is: I choose to be encouraged. In any case, I picked up the penny. Hey, do it fifty times and you can buy a candy bar. Bend over fifty times and you’ve burned enough calories you can eat a candy bar (that’s another one of my sayings).
I saw a dog I know and stopped to pet him. He sniffed my new sneakers with interest. I exchanged greeting with his person and ran on.
I made two more even briefer pauses to sniff peonies. I love the smell of peonies. I noted two other bushes with peony buds not yet in bloom. My own peony bush is at the bud stage. I did not plant the peonies; they magically appeared in my front yard a couple of years ago. Just one shoot the first year but it’s grown. I think my stalker planted them.
It was a lovely morning for a run. Not too humid and it didn’t get hot till later. After a shower and breakfast I wrote a post card to a soldier I know in Afghanistan. It was of the Farmer’s Museum in Cooperstown. No idea where or when I bought it, because I have not been to the Farmer’s Museum since I was a little girl. Hmmm, the Farmer’s Museum. That’s an idea for a blog post.
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