I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
This is the Happy Thanksgiving place mat my son made at his little school. Can you make out the words written on the prayerful hands? That’s right, my son is “thankful for bacon.” Apparently Asa’s teacher sat the children in a circle and asked each one what he or she was thankful for. I’m told there were many “I am thankful for my mom and dad.” responses. Some were thankful for brothers or sisters. Some for toys. My son? I’m told he didn’t hesitate for a second when Mrs. S. asked. “BACON!”
I’m so proud.
The boy’s bacon gratitude is heartfelt and serious. As the son of a vegan, he doesn’t eat much bacon. I remember the first time he had some, he looked at me while he chewed with this expression that clearly read, “Why haven’t we been eating this all along? What other wonderful things have you been keeping from me, mother?” Hard to say how our relationship will fare when he discovers HoHos.
Today is my last biggish run before the race on the 4th. I got up at 4 to try to knock it out before the family was ready for fun. But I’m not feeling all that motivated to get going. It’s coldish in our old house and I can’t bring myself to take off my big fluffy bathrobe and fuzzy slippers and put on my running clothes. Maybe a little more coffee.