When did weight get to be an issue?

You know, if you go back and look at the annual, or old pictures, we were all reasonably sized people.

WHAT HAPPENED?

Now, arguably, I have an excuse since I had two kids after 40 and EVERYTHING changed, but in reality...that's not the problem. The problem is that age=weight and you either address it or live with it.

So Brenda and I decided to address it, and we started walking. Not "strolling" walking, but up-and-down hill fast-paced walking. We were motivated. We were dedicated. At the end of four weeks, which meant EIGHTY-FOUR MILES of up-and-down hills, I hadn't lost an ounce and she gained eight pounds. AND SHE DOESN'T EVEN DRINK. So we took three weeks off because I was out of town two and then school started, and now we've started back. Even though Brenda LOST ten pounds while we weren't doing anything.

We're on a mission.

We might not be size two's next time you see us? But by george our hearts will be healthy and our legs will be strong.

Which is no consolation whatsoever.

Our losses as time moves on

Picked up the paper this morning and in the obituaries was Odie Mae Garrett. Robbie, Debbie, George and I went to Mr. McCabe's funeral two years ago and there was Mrs. Garrett! Looking just like she did the day we left Brooks. She was SO glad to see us, and we sat and talked with her for some time. I guess I always thought she was from here, but she was a native of Texas who married the principal of Burrell Slater.

This week we also lost Jennifer's dad, Earl Stutts; and Linda Harrison's sister, Susan. Earl Stutts didn't have a college degree, but he was the most learned man I ever knew. He also had the patience of Job...thank goodness. Susan had been sick for a while with pulmonary disease, but then died of cancer. Linda has had a hard few years...her mother died last fall, Susan this spring and they have a brother who's been ill for some time, too. (I don't know if you remember, but Susan was married to Johnny Hamm. He died two years ago, suddenly from a heart attack. Never had gained a pound.)

Then, last week Monica's dad died. Herrold Henson was the first dad I ever knew who could (or would) cook breakfast. When we spent the night, he would get up in the morning and make us breakfast...I was astounded.

They'll all be missed, and they all made our lives better.

Letting time slip by

Which gets easier and easier these days. Looking at the calendar and realizing next year is Thirty-Five. Guess we ought to be thinking about that.

God bless Virginia Hill.