On my morning "fawn spotting" last Saturday, I enjoyed seeing the sunrise. These trees in the fog with the soft pink coming in behind them, was worth a snap from my camera.
One of my Facebook friends posted this message last week:
"A day of exercise results in two wasted days of life. The day of exercise is a waste (if you hate exercise) and the extra day of life it gives you is a waste because you spend it lying in bed in a nursing home. Two wasted days. I'd rather enjoy the one day I have right now. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Of course, consider my current physical condition and come to your own conclusions."
I have to say I like it. Now, I know exercise is good for you physically, mentally and emotionally. I've certainly done a lot of it in my years. I even bought a recumbent exercise bike after my second knee surgery. I'd never heard of one before, but it's good for therapy and senior adults. Well, I do belong to that club.
I know it will also be good for my heart, so I try and get on it twice a day.
But I'm not a young chick anymore. I'm not trying to impress the work place or friends with a perfect body (is there one?). You get a little bit slower as you age, and it takes longer to do everything! So I'm not inclined to exercise a lot.
Yes, I know my body is a temples of the Holy Spirit . . . and I need to honor my body. (1st Corinthians 6:19-20) And I do the best I can to keep me going well in all directions. But, I have no interest in living as long as I possibly can into my 80s and 90s. With the decline of the United States in all ways, I have a much better place to go, and I'm looking forward to that day of meeting my Lord.
I'm not ungrateful for my life. God has blessed me immensely with His love and care, and I certainly have experienced His grace and mercy all my days so far. But no day here can ever be as wonderful as eternity in heaven.
I guess you can say the same about me that my friend ended his post with: "Of course, consider my current physical condition and come to your own conclusions."
Last week when the temps were in the 90s I thought about fall and the ribbon. I spent a little time making some bows as I wait for the joy of fall!
Right now I'm reading "The Best of Stillmeadow" by Gladys Taber. I learned about her through Susan Branch's website. Published in 1937, Taber writes about country life on her farm in Connecticutt. She also wrote for Ladies Home Journal and Family Circle, and was published in Good Housekeeping, Red Book and other similar magazines. She has about 50 books to her credit. I've read this one before, but wanted to visit a simpler time again. Similar in a way to "Isle of Dreams" below. (1899-1980)
And if you haven't read Susan Branch's three books: "The Fairy Tale Girl," "Martha's Vineyard: Isle of Dreams" and "A Fine Romance" you may want to give them a try. The first is about her life and how she got started drawing, going back to a time that I relate to. Brought back a lot of childhood and early adult memories. Isle of Dreams is about her three month escape to Martha's Vineyard (and staying the rest of her life so far) knowing no one and arriving with no reservations. A fascinating read! A Fine Romance is about her two month journey to England, written like a diary, and reads as if we're sitting right there with her enjoying the trip. If you've never been to England this opens the door to life there. Good reads.
I will miss the young of the birds as we get ready for fall. I love to hear the chirping of the little ones!
Well, it's time for me to ride my bike! Look out knees!
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Wednesday, August 24, 2016
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