I have little patience and understanding of most aesthetic issues. I count on Mrs ERJ to keep me out of the ditch. She is gentle and has no intention of turning me into a fop. She is my go-to person.
Belladonna actually asked for foam panels to be put over her windows. She will be cooler in the summer and warmer in the winter. I consulted with Mrs ERJ and she suggested a few things.
I did not want to completely shut Belladonna off from all circadian rhythms so I left one of the three panes partially open.
Mrs ERJ and I have been walking daily. We walk around the block. It is not a full "country" block, that is, it is not a mile on a side. Nope. It is a half section, so our walk is only three miles. We don't make any particular effort to walk at exactly the same time but I think we are pretty regular. We see the same gentleman slowly driving his 1985 Buick. We see the mail man working his way down the back-stretch.
And lately we have been seeing a runner. The first few times we saw him he was wearing ear buds and very into his running. Lately, we have been having a conversation.
My conversation with the runner has been in 10 second segments, one segment a day.
-He is in his late thirties.
-He used to "fight" when he was in his twenties.
-He runs 5.1 miles most days
-He does not want to become a decrepit, old man.
-He still wants to retain some physical ability, even when he is ancient....like, 55 (Ouch!)
I got his cell phone number because I have been lacking motivation to do much running. I don't think it will work out because he is running 8:45 minute miles and I chug along at 10 minute miles. Still, it would be pleasant to show him that 55 does not always mean decrepit, even if it takes me 7 minutes longer to run five miles.
My recent runs have been the same three miles we have been walking. I decided I needed to get in a few long runs before I try to tag along with the young pup.
Today was a beautiful day for running. I did all the things I need to do before a run. I even cheated and spotted a few bottles of electrolyte on the path. Frankly, I did not do very well. I am carrying about forty more pounds than is optimum.
I only ran eight of the nine miles.
One upside is that I got to meet some neighbors.
I was allowed to pet the pooches after I assured them I spoke "dog". I let the horse check me out. I think I turned him into a buddy-for-life after I fed him a Black Cherry Cliff Bar from my fanny pack.
I did not catch their names but they identified the stretch of road that they lived on.
I love living out in the sticks where folks who live 3 miles away are still neighbors.