As Saturday grinds on (not as grindingly as work days do, obviously), I wonder if I have the wherewithal to make a Scattered Saturday or even a Slacker Saturday Post. We shall see.
One anecdote I thought to include occurred to me on this morning’s run. Full disclosure: it was neither as long nor as strenuous a run as I have done recently. One does what one can, which is often less than others may deem one is capable of, but that is not what I meant to write about this evening.
As I ran along German Street in Herkimer, NY this morning, I stopped ever so briefly to pick up a bright yellow marigold blossom with mere inches of stem attached. One sometimes encounters broken-off flowers of this sort. I like to pick them up when I can.
It reminded me of a time when I picked up a lily blossom. I thought as I ran on that if things got to be too much for me, I could lie down with the lily resting on my chest, making a tableau. I was not forced to resort to such measures but found a dime to pick up as I ran on. When I got home, I handed the flower and the coin to my husband, Steven, saying, “Could you trim the stem of this lily and put it in some water? Here’s a dime for your troubles.”
I confess to being highly amused with myself. Today I handed the marigold to Steven with a similar request but had no tip for him. Sometimes he is a rather ill-used husband.
And that is my Saturday blog post for this week. It may not be such a much, but at least I did it on Saturday. And no, I do not expect flowers for such a feat!
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