I had originally planned on running through the wet winter months on the same schedule as I kept while training for the half marathon - at least 5 days a week. Then it started raining and my resolve washed away. I've ditched my plans for the 10k on 12/16 that I was going to do for time and have decided my new goal is to run every day it's not raining and on days it's just sprinkling. I'll take off any day that includes real rain...which in Oregon this time of year is most of them. I hope to get in 3-4 days most weeks, do moderate distances, and focus on maintaining a base I can build from when things begin to dry out in the spring.
That new tack means I'll run Sundays if they're dry instead of taking that as my consistent day off.
This morning I looked ahead to the coming week: rain. Friday is a break, but other than that partly cloudy day we'll get 1/3" or more each day.
The weather site I use has an hourly forecast for each of the next two days out so I looked to see what Monday would bring. Rain. OK, will there be any break in the percentage chance or the amount per hour, a window I can use to get in a brief run?
The lowest percentage during daylight hours is 97%.
Oregon.
Since getting rid of the two unneeded roosters I've noticed a definite improvement in the amount of feed the flock consumes each day. Those big boys were eating more than their fair share and giving me nothing in return. And Spike is happier without any competition for the ladies.
This morning while listening to the classical music station on our DishTV network I learned that St. Cecelia was martyred, her head cut off with a sword. She's the patron saint of musicians and her day in the 22nd. I guess because this is the Sunday before that they focused on music associated with her.
(The guy didn't say any of that, but they played a couple of pieces dedicated to her so I looked it up on Wikipedia.)
Now I know why Grand Rapids has the "Saint Cecelia Music Society."
Mel Tillis died yesterday. It took him three days.
Brett is doing a brief series from Judges and this morning he was in chapters four and five, the story of Deborah and Barak. Bad guy Sisera is killed at the hands of Jael, a woman who drove a tent peg through his head as he slept. As part of his application of the story he told us schadenfreude is OK if you've been badly treated by an oppressor (that is, not justly).
That may be the most popular part of any sermon he's ever preached.
Curious to hear our small group's assessment of that point come Tuesday night.
We usually get home from that gathering about 8:15 or so. This week I'll go to bed soon after that and be on the road sometime between 3 and 4 a.m. for the six hour drive to Seattle. I should arrive there mid-morning after a stop for breakfast and the likely traffic through Portland and Seattle. I'll spend time with dad who's in rehab after his surgery a week ago and with mom. I've got a 2:00 coffee appt. with Jim, colleague and pastor of the church in which we were both raised, dinner with mom, look in again on dad, and then head home early evening. I'm sure I'll stop for a nap along the way and will get home in time for breakfast and giving the goats their morning feeding.
Dad has had trouble with his recovery. The early disorientation and hallucinations seem to be getting better and was probably a bad reaction to the pain meds they gave him in the hospital. But he's still very weak, slightly off, and not yet able to stand.
I need to see him and need to spend time with both of the folks.
I'm thankful for a wife who encourages me to make this trip while she stays home to feed the critters in my absence.
Tonight's the hymn sing and pie social at church.
We're going.
Yesterday I made an apple pie. Don't know how it turned out, but it looks OK.
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