Sat Out Sunday

Sunday’s walk didn’t happen. The intent was definitely there, but the timing and motivation to get-up-and-go were absent. 

The most I walked on Sunday was around Wilcox Park, on the outside for our Firemen’s Memorial Parade. I had my pedometer in my pocket, but forgot to turn it on. It was maybe ¾ of a mile. Maybe. 

But it was also pouring rain when we were the furthest from the station (starting and ending point). I think that figures in some bonus points, or bonus miles in this case.

Jill, Julie, and Russ all showed up for the parade and we enjoyed a full spread at my parents’ house after the parade. My father made quiches, ham, fruit         salad,  French toast casserole, and bacon. 

Between our full stomachs and Aunt Dot’s stories (who is 93 and sharper than most people I know), we were captivated. As time passed, the house emptied. 

Then Becky and baby pulled in. The idea was that after a short visit with my parents, Becky and I would walk a few miles in town or at the beach. 

It stayed an idea, and short turned into a few hours. As we had all been caught up in Dot’s stories earlier, we were now entertained by baby and all the things a 16-month old can discover and overcome.

I left just before 6pm to play in a softball game. Becky and baby were still there with my parents. While none of us got our walking in on Sunday, we all got moments that we wouldn’t trade.