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I was strolling through Super Target last week and stopped in my tracks. There, on the shelf at the checkout, sat Quaker Quisp cereal! I haven’t had Quisp’s sweet, corn goodness since the 70s. I grabbed a box, even though there is nothing nutritionally positive about it whatsoever (high in sodium and sugar, virtually no vitamins, minerals or fiber). Once I got home, I poured a bowl, added milk, and tasted my childhood. How sweet! The crunch, the taste, the smell, all transported me back to a time long ago. I will not feel guilty about eating those empty calories; it is perfectly acceptable to indulge once in a great while, and I think waiting 30 years fits that bill. What food would you like to eat from your childhood that is missing from the grocery shelves?

 

Annual Fireworks Extravaganza

We had heaps of fun July 4th, celebrating with swimming, food, lawn tractor rides, and fireworks at my parents’ house. As it grew dark, the little children had fun waving sparklers and the big boys had fun lighting fireworks. It is quite entertaining to watch four men in their 40s get excited about blowing things up. Purchasing the explosives, strategizing on the best method for launching without losing any appendages, and execution of the fireworks show, every step of the event brings them joy. My 68-year-old dad and 15-year-old nephew got in on a little of the action; the rest of us sat on the driveway at the top of the hill and watched from a relatively safe distance, with the exception of a curious 10 and 12-year-old that watched more closely.

To give them credit, the show was really beautiful and rivaled the park’s fireworks that we could see in the sky above the treeline. The evening ended with only one casualty, a sparkler burn on my 5-year-old niece. Those sparklers just look innocent!

Ahhhh… Catching up with friends is fun, and so entertaining with my grandson, Gavin, along. We started out by walking along the Monon Trail (a walking, running, biking, etc. path). My friend, Cathy, and I walked and talked, but spent a lot of time watching Gavin observe the dogs and birds and wave to everyone we passed. He talked a lot, too, but I am not sure whom is conversation was with, or what was being said, but he was quite animated.

After the walk, we stopped at a local coffee shop. There was a man working at his computer and conducting business on his cell. Gavin waved enthusiastically, and the man smiled and waved back as he talked on the phone; you just cannot deny that sweet face. We got some treats and sat on couches facing each other, meanwhile Gavin climbed onto the table in-between. It was about 18 inches tall, perfect Gavin height. We got him off of the table and distracted with some grapes. I had a light green iced cake ball, about the size of a fruit ball. I took a bite and held it out for Gavin to try while listening to Cathy. I looked down, and there was no cake in my hand. I asked Cathy if he she had seen him put the entire piece in his mouth; she had not noticed. We looked at Gavin, who just looked at us like, “What’s up?” There was no noticeably large bite bulge, so we searched the floor under the couches and table, no cake ball. Cathy said not to worry about it, that the cake and icing would just melt. Well, I had no idea how correct she would be. A few minutes later, Gavin gave us a big grin, except instead of teeth, he showed us a big wad of cake. We giggled, and I watched to make sure he was managing the chewing process without difficulty. He seemed to be handling it just fine. Then, Gavin headed for the hallway. We called him back; he stopped, turned, and giggled, letting out a light green eruption of foam and drool. We laughed so hard tears came to our eyes. That made him laugh and erupt even more green, lava-like foam. He looked like a science fair exhibit! Cathy laughingly asked if I liked ‘see’ food; I doubled over with laughter. I wiped his mouth, and he finally consumed the last of the cake ball.

We headed outside to go our separate ways, but Gavin found the bare, back patio a fun place to run freely. Also, there were ROCKS lining the side of the building as part of the landscaping; his favorite outdoor toy. So, he threw rocks out, and I put them back. It was lots of fun, for Gavin, but finally we needed to leave. Getting into the car seat signaled the end of our play date. Gavin did not like having his fun time interrupted, but he did not protest long. He probably figured it could be worse, at least he wasn’t being put down for a nap!

 After the huge disappointment of hurting my foot last week, I am slowly recovering. Baby steps are definitely not just for babies; healing is quite an exercise in patience! It also requires some creativity.

Last week I limped around and did as much as I could around the house, taking a lot of breaks to elevate my foot. Since I am also rehabilitating my shoulder, swimming for exercise was not a choice. Every night I iced my foot, which felt really good, actually. I pretended I was at the spa getting pampered; it was more fun than thinking about my hurt foot. 

As my last post stated, I was not able to run in our church’s 5K on Saturday morning. Sunday morning my foot was still sending out shock waves if I bent it too far. Sunday afternoon we celebrated Father’s Day at my mom and dad’s. Half of the group got into the pool and were having a wonderful time. I couldn’t stand it; I had to get into the water. I used a side stoke move with my arms and right away felt pain in my shoulder. I then tried dog paddling, which worked. Talk about being humbled, reduced from swimming 1200 yards free-style to dog paddling. Sheesh. We started playing water dodgeball; I felt a twinge in my shoulder again as I wrestled my husband in the water for the ball. I figured I had better back off before I really tweaked something. Then, a miracle! I dried off and got dressed. I was walking around and realized: I am walking normally and my foot doesn’t hurt! I guess the water therapy worked. I didn’t go out and run a few miles, but I held out hope that things might be getting better.

Today, a week after my injury, I ran/walked a half mile (one-tenth run, one-tenth walk). I could feel a little burning, but nothing extreme. Then, I went swimming for 15 minutes. I proudly swam with my kickboard, knowing that things are getting better.

I still have a lot of baby steps to go, but today I felt like a toddler. Hopefully, I will soon feel like a teenager (minus the acne and mood swings).

Our church ran their third annual 5K today, about 25 people participated on this damp morning. I had to sit out due to my injured foot; it was so hard to just watch others do what I love. The real kicker? I could have won the female division at my 5K pace, by about 90 seconds (a lot of time in the arena of racing). I know deep down that I run for reasons other than a prize, and the race was really small, but just once it would have been nice to come in first.  No matter, I just want to heal so that I can hit the ground running once again. Lungs full. Heart pounding. Pores sweating. Ahhhh…there’s nothin’ like it!