Kids Growing Up

This is Audrey last weekend at the Whitevale Christmas Crafts Sale. She set up a table to sell her jewelery, and did VERY WELL.
Her parents were so proud, especially since she was just half as old as the next youngest exhibitor. She sold almost all of her inventory and got several orders for custom jewelery as well.

The connection to this blog is that she brought The Scarlett Letteralong to read when business lagged. Or I was just eager to show her off.

Running on Snow, Falling on Ice

In general, I avoid blog posts about running.

This is because I really want people to keep reading, and I am just hoping for more comments as I have this outsized need for attention which I mentioned before.
And not many people enjoy reading about anyone’s running adventures.
Except when there’s blood or criminal contact with the non-running public involved.

But, I kind of warned you once that I would want to milk you for sympathy when winter arrived and I had to run in it.
So, here we are.
And this is the lowdown on running last night.
My habit is to head north as I begin my run and then to turn and head back south to home.
This is because I always want to head into the wind at the front of the run and then have wind at my back on the return.
And the wind here has always come from the north since we’ve lived here.
Until last night.
So I went out near sunset into a beautiful heavy snowfall, running north and just making tracks feeling like Rambo for more than two miles.
Since it was getting dark and I had my fugitive dog with the $5000 bounty on his head running with me, I decided to turn and head home via a dirt lane through a corn field.
So the second I wheeled around, I realized that the reason I was running so well, was because there was this killer wind pushing me from behind.
At the same moment the wind hit me in the face, I was turning onto this dirt tractor route which was covered in at least four inches of ice deceptively covered by 3 inches of fresh snow.
So I hit the ice, went down immediately and rocketed across at warp speed on my side, leaving a track more than two meters long. Really elegant!
Somewhere in the distance between being upright at the turn and horizontal at the end of my slide I smashed my right ankle. It’s larger than normal now.

It was a long haul home, more ice-ponds on the road and arctic wind blowing up from Bermuda.
I promise I will try not to whine on the blog about winter running.
My poor family could tell you what a weenie I am, and how I embelish every little fall, and every ice-encrusted eyelash, chapped lip and frost bitten toe.

I’m reading Jeeves and the Feudal Spirit tonight. I won’t write anything about that except to say Wodehouse is always just the right thing.

Mom’s 75th Birthday

Here are some pics of us last Saturday. The first is of Jon and Roy, the next one is Maggie loving her cousin Burke Almand. Then there’s one of Jon and David, and the last is a picture of my mother and my daughters and me.

Yesterday we drove from Clarksburg, WV to Toronto. The best part of the trip was having Jon along. After so many trips from here to Asheville driving solo, it was just too much fun to hand the wheel over to him when driving got old. And he read bits from Liberal Fascismand the NY Times to keep me alert during that long spell through Pennsylvania.

We had a great visit in the South! Miriam and Bill and their 3 lively kids came down from DC and we had so much fun with them. We hardly ever get to just kick back with them, so that was maybe the highlight of the trip for me.

Our kids got to run like crazy through the woods with cousins and Solms boys at Highland Lake Inn for the week, and they all (12 kids) wound up inside the large goat enclosure at one point. So when nobody on staff at Highland Lake came out and yelled at us, I decided that it’s my favorite place to vacation with kids on the planet. I’m told that Daniel walked halfway out onto the dam, which means he was on the waterfall over rocks yelling back at his brothers that he couldn’t hear them calling him back…..we’re always thankful to bring that boy home alive!

We had a big party to celebrate Mom turning 75 last Saturday, and that was lots of fun. We all saw people we had not seen since we were young and thin. There are a few pictures here. Somehow, there are not any good shots of Mike and Dan, so they will have to appear on the blog later.

I only got halfway through Uncle Tom’s Cabin, as I was too busy goofing off with the family. Jon is well into Liberal Fascism, and wants me to read it as soon as he’s done. The pressure!

We’re off to Norway in 16 days, I want to be done with Uncle Tom, well into Idols for Destruction, and we’ll decide later what goes on that trip.

So, Jim….I wonder if you are reading Idols yet? And Kathy, I will give you my copy of Uncle Tom so maybe Santa can bring you something more fun. Scott, we missed seeing you….I had a hat with me that I wanted to get a shot of you wearing. I think you were off at Clemson that day.