Days a gettin” longa. We are now seeing the sunrise at 5:42a.m. So I knocked on my son’s door and asked if he would like to go joggin’ and it goes like this. 4 jog pace of mine to 2 of his. I tried slowing down, but it only made me tired.
Early morning jump rope. Stretching and quick brisk walk into the morning sunrise. Only passerby’s to see.
Did someone say exercise??? I thought they meant extra rice!
Home church has been the norm for now on Sundays. And my grandson’s observation is this: “one thing about having church at home is that when you fall asleep noone is going to see you.”
At dinner, my grandson, during a conversation about kids and how they grow without a second thought said: “…between 11 to 13 men start growing.” With a slight pause and realized his comment, I bursted out laughing. His dad then said: “….your choice of words son.” Then we all started laughing.
Where did summer go, it jumped right into fall and soon winter.