A bunch of random stuff, none of which is long enough for its own post:
- If you're of the scrapbookerly sort, or if you just like seeing photos of my kids (and who wouldn't I ask?), read my post today at WCS.
- Yesterday I was running, and when I had about two miles left I came up a hill to an intersection where there was a man down. He'd been riding his bike and a car hit him—and then fled. There were three or four people already helping him (calling 911, helping him to hold still, and one brave woman was holding a sweater on his bleeding leg), but it didn't feel right to just run by and not at least offer my help. It wasn't needed, but as I finished my run I thought about just how easily that could be me some time. More drivers than not simply don't pay attention to pedestrians and I feel like I need to try harder and harder to stay safe. I hope if I ever do get hit by a car, people will help me. But what completely undoes me is that someone would drive away after hitting someone else. Of course, you never know what you will do in a situation. But I hope that if *I* ever accidentally hit someone, I wouldn't run away.
- On Tuesday we went to see the Bourne Legacy with some friends who had free tickets. As I had only seen the first Bourne movie, I went on an espionage-movie marathon to acquaint myself with the story. Then I kept looking over my shoulder for assassins in the library. My reaction to the new movie: ehhhh. It was as if the writers got to a certain point in the story and were like, ummmmmm, we're out of ideas, so let's just introduce a previously-unheard of character to provide the requisite 25-minute improbable car chase scene and then call it good. I liked the main characters but they totally dropped the ball on the actual story. (But no assassins in the library.)
- Last night we had actual water fall from the sky. I think that is called "rain" if I am not mistaken? I cannot explain how happy it made me to have rain in my little corner of the world. I swear all the trees on the mountains were doing a happy dance. Well, in tree fashion. I hope that storm is the thing that shatters summer. I'm ready for fall.
- My neighbor brought me a spaghetti squash fresh from her garden yesterday. I cannot wait to cook it!
- Tomorrow marks the beginning of month two of my no-sugar goals. That means I have made it through all of August without a single cookie, candy, cake, or snack. ("Cookies, candies, cakes, and snacks!" is something Kendell says to tease me about my sweet tooth.) The only exception: I had a Coke at McDonald's (the brand new one they just built by the freeway) one afternoon when I messed up my order and got a combo when I didn't mean to, and I had a Sprite when we took the kids to Great China for a Friday-before-school-starts, end-of-summer hurrah. A soda came with the meal. (If I have to drink soda I would rather it not be diet as I think sugar is vastly preferable to aspartame.) I have resisted cake and cookies at work parties, the Pepsi sitting in my fridge, and even brownie samples at Costco. Next Friday I have to buy 5 dozen donuts for a church thing on Saturday morning; I'm not sure I'll be able to resist donuts all night long. We'll see.
- Today is the day I started my ____________ of wearing black. (I don't know how to fill in the blank because I'm counting as I go.) I want to see how long I can go wearing a different black shirt. When I told Haley I was doing that she said "wouldn't it be easier to just count your black shirts?" Easier, yes. But fodder for blogging? Not as much.
- My mother-in-law recently found out that she has breast cancer. I suppose that could be its own post but it's not my story to tell yet. She is trying to decide what type of surgery to have. I don't know how you make that choice. It's just three crappy things to choose from. I wish I could help her more but I don't know how yet. (As a side note: when your mother-in-law and all your sisters-in-law have been blessed with the large boobs gene, and you are the only person who hasn't, there are bound to come up many comments about how much easier life must be with my small ones. As I haven't ever had big ones, I can't comment. Except I can say this: it's not easier when you're shopping for a swimsuit. Or a bra. Or any sort of clothing that requires any cleavage. It is easier for running.)
And with that lovely image in your head, I leave you with a question: did you know there's a blue moon tonight? And do you care? (I do. I sort of have a thing for odd astronomical events.)