Feeling His Pain

Haile Gebrselassie  of Ethiopia had a knee problem and had to drop out of the New York City Marathon today….This photo was most certainly taken on a happier day.

“at 1 hour 19 minutes 40 seconds of theNew York City Marathon on Sunday, as the men’s lead pack descended the Queensboro Bridge near the Mile 16 marker, Gebrselassie grimaced, slowed and drifted to his right, finally stopping as the leaders ran on.”

I understand  that,  because he received a $400,000 appearance fee, some are giving him a bit of an insensitive eye-roll.   But he has all my sympathies.  I know how mortifying it is to drop out, having done so myself at nearly the same mile marker a year ago.
And I know that a chubby housewife has virtually nothing in common with an Ethiopian racing phenomenon.   Still, it was a sad day for this skinny ultra-fast miracle on two feet.
Dropping out is just sad, no matter who you are.

A blog named “Fred”

I really love writing here, the same way I love sleeping late and walking alone in the woods.  But it’s hard to find the time.

I wonder how many people have a whole pile of things they love to do, which are kept on the shelf where they gather dust, because more important things and people have to come first.

Two years ago, I started writing a blog in a moment of desperation.  My mother had been visiting us for a month, and her needs were fairly time consuming.  And they were important, and it was a privilege to be able to serve her.  But with those responsibilities on top of the regular needs of the seven people I live with and love, I began to feel like I was drowning.  I knew that we would all do better if I could find a way to lift my sights a little, something to breath some cool oxygen into our lives so that I could move through each day in a less wooden way.

Skipping a few steps then, the blog and the challenge of 100 books and a marathon in a year all fell into my lap in one crazy weekend.  And, having taken on a blog, I had to NAME the blog.
So, that weekend, Audrey and I were in the car on the way to Garden Basket for groceries, with the windows down and the music up high, thinking about the enormous potential for me to neglect my family as I buried myself in books and marathon training.

We laughed loudly at the great humor of naming the blog “Get Your Own Lunch, I’m Reading”……picturing me hunched over a book in the living room with hungry children whimpering at me for a sandwich as I snarled back at them to feed themselves.

I did not in fact ever tell any of my kids to make their own meal so that I could pursue my hobbies.  But I did find that as long as I was serving my family well, the books and the running could never take the front seat position necessary for me to succeed.  And that’s OK.  It was a good year anyway and I learned so much.  And it did breathe some cool oxygen into our lives.

I am giving the blog a face-lift, and thinking of how to make it more my own, and less of a strange and awkward project which doesn’t fit into our lives.  So that I can just write here about what’s interesting to us.  Because , it turns out that that is really enough.

But , since one of the many many things I have learned from my little bump-up with blogging is that it’s really beautiful to serve where I am supposed to be serving rather than to show off where I should NOT……maybe it’s time for a new name.

I asked Jon  what he thought would be a good name, and he said “You could name it Fred.”
Then he looked at me over his bifocals with that “Doctor face” of his, and said   “You know, ‘fred’ means ‘peace’ in Norwegian.”
So maybe I will have a blog named “Fred”………

Unless a better idea comes along.

In case anyone at your house is a “Trick-or-Treater”

Here is something really funny, from the blog of  David Regier……I have only posted part of it,  you’ll have to click on the link at his name and visit his site for the rest.   It’s more and more fun as you read on…..

Instructions for the kids in the distribution of the Halloween candy……

From the Book of Davidicus:

3 Of the spoils of your wandering, you shall devote a tenth of the firstfruits to your father. But take heed that you devote what has chocolate, so that he shall be pleased with what he receives.

4 Of the Reese’s®, you shall devote them all, likewise the Snickers®. But take heed, lest you try to test your father and give him Skittles® instead of M&Ms®, and thereby incur his disfavor.

5 Of the Pixi Stix®, and the Sweet Tarts®, and the Kandy Korn®, you shall give him no part, for they are an abomination unto him. But of the Nestle Crunch® and Krackel®, you shall give him a portion, as a peace offering.