In the wild, Morning lasts until noon.

I was out walking today, getting my exercise in early. We left the house around 9:00, the air was cool, lots of dew on the grass, the shadows cast by the morning sun were deep and cool.

It set me thinking about our mornings when we camped out at the state park. We'd wake when the camp stirred, putter around making breakfast, always takes longer than at home. If I was alone, I'd get out my reading, sip the last of the fragrant coffee and not budge 'til someone came around asking for lunch. It was still cool and fresh in the camp area....very conducive of a slow start to the day. Lots of time to soak in the day, process ones thoughts, sit until you can't get up.

We've lost something with our get up and go society. And me a real morning person too.

BTW, I did 3 miles in 50 minutes....excellent time for me!

Older is sometimes better!

I thoroughly celebrate and enjoy living in the modern age. I used to long for the ''good old days" when supposedly life was easier until I went 5 days without power and water during the ice storm a few years back. Cured me of any idealistic longings for a more simple lifestyle. It's not so simple.

However, I think there is something to be said for the use of language of the long ago times. Expressions these days are just way too medical and graphic for me. This isn't anything new for me, I never let my kids say "kiss up" or "brown nose" whatever it means, it didn't sound good. "Butter 'em up" was good enough in my youth so why switch? In conversation with a professional person the other day and they mentioned someone was "pretty anal".......now I was a nurse.....and "anal" was well.....something specific! Or somewhere specific..... I think the complete phrase is anal retentive.....I've dealt with that.....that's why I'm not a nurse anymore. Makes me shiver.

Everyone uses medical terms in their every day talk these days....they even teach kids not to say well, funny names for body parts...but medical names......just a matter of opinion I guess but I think something gracious is lost in translation.

Anyway, I was reading about Abraham and Sara the other day. Some angels dropped by and told them they would have a child within the year. Abraham and Sara were getting older so this was not likely to happen in the natural. The description of Sara was "It was no longer with Sara as it is with young women". I love that!!! Now that's how I'd like to describe myself, being post menopausal! It is no longer with me as it is with young women.....and for that I'm thankful! Just guard the door from those angels!