Tom's Day Out

Since Tom turned 50 I'd thought he'd be content to turn up the volume on the TV and sit there watching PBS, Fox News or Gaither Concerts all day long and we could yell at each other (I mean SPEAK LOUDLY) and say "What you'd say?" all day long. But noooo. He still has to play. So yesterday we went for a bikeride--a BREEZY bikeride on the bike path from West Carrolton to Miamisburg, more or less along the Miami River. Did I mention it was breezy? We went against the wind the entire way, and in Miamisburg when we finally got a good view of the breadth of the river, there were whitecaps on it. I mean, WHITECAPS because the wind was pushing against the current! A gull was trying to fly down river, the same direction we were going--he was flapping his wings and going NOWHERE!

But it was worth it. When we finally got there we came upon this charming surprise: a little historical society event at some historic log cabins in the village. Each housed a variety of craft demonstrations from whittling to wool spinning. There was a nice collection of antiques on display, and most of them were out in the open for touchy feely people like me!

The ride home, with the wind behind us, was much easier and faster! And near the parking lot where our Ford Explorer awaited, Tom couldn't resist riding into this flock of geese. They weren't about to budge for the old codger, but they finally made way when they saw that he was over 50 and the gleem in his eye of either second childhood or madness!                                                                                                                                                                                                                              
WRITING UPDATE: Thanks for being patient with me. I plan to get back to chapter 13 this week. I'm also incorporating a bit of it on my blog for widows. Last week, Wednesday, I used part of my introduction, of which I'll use again this week. And then for two or three more weeks I'll do some highlights from Ruth and Naomi's journey. Feel free to visit there, you don't have to be a widow visit Widows Christian Place. :) Thanks for checking in on me!

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