I wonder if we all have dreams but some of us never realise them for one reason or another, a bit like bucket lists. My husband Peter’s dream is to complete the challenge of cycling the whole length of England and Scotland alone, a challenge known by several names but he calls it LeJog. Land’s End to John O’Groats, an approx 950 mile journey. There are several routes but Peter is in the process of finalising his preferred route, it all comes down to stamina and strength of will to achieve this dream. I will be logistics support in my small Skoda car! An important responsible role but at least I am not on a bike!! I find the idea exciting but challenging and think lots of humour, as well as providing refreshments and a comfortable night’s sleep, to be part of my role. The whole thing depends on an all clear for me in August from the Breast Clinic at my two-yearly check up. Peter also must be sure his health is up to the task too. On 4th September Peter will celebrate his 70th Birthday so this trip will be his personal fulfilment of a dream. Many people undertake the journey but often in groups with lots of support. My husband has always been a loner so why change the habit of many years.
Our recent trip to Cornwall was part of our research into the enterprise. We checked out Land’s End (the start) but from a distance as it was £6 to go into the area around the famous signpost – more of that if we manage the trip. Land’s End seems to be a theme park now but remains the iconic starting point for many such challenges. My role is to book suitable overnight stays, meet up regularly to refresh Peter and be a general factotum. I hope to use the time in between meetings to explore some of the areas we pass through. I am not familiar with Scotland so am looking forward to new places, albeit fleeting visits. I hope to update you all with our plans plus possibly raise money for a charity. What I don’t want to do is put extra pressure on Peter. I anticipate other challenges to be the weather, possible injuries and bike repairs so my little car will be a hub for all eventualities. Communications may be a trial at times but we will overcome as the song says. Now Peter does daily training rides when he finishes work, usually 25 miles plus 80 mile rides most Saturdays and Sundays. Occasionally I persuade him to take a day off to recharge his batteries! We have a family nickname OMIL for him (Old Man in Lycra!) based on a term MAMILS (Middle Aged Men in Lycra). His outfits are quite distinctive but a necessary extra safety measure.
I realise I’ve not shared my dream, at the moment I just want him to succeed. If any of you wish to share your dreams please do so. I anticipate a couple of interesting months ahead! Watch this space!!
Jillian here. April thus far has been interesting here in the panhandle of Florida. It’s been abnormally cold. We always get a lot of rain in the merry month of April (yeah, I know the poem says May) but this year, it’s different as it’s not a warm rain. The days are not sunny and lovely (not many anyway); rather, they are cold and overcast. It’s been in the 40s Fahrenheit at night and we even had a fire in the fireplace yesterday as it never got much over 45 all day with the overcast skies. My son was shocked when he saw I’d made a fire. He said, “It’s April, Mom.” My response, “And I’m cold.”
We had torrential rain already on several days and Saturday, the 7th was especially heinous. Hobbes wouldn’t even get out of the bed. Poor thing.
I have a position I have to be audited in every four years. It’s never a bad thing but it is stressful to have someone going through your records and giving you a grade on how you’re doing. That was last week, so I am in the clear for four more years. I collapsed when it was over on Friday and didn’t do much all weekend. I watched my beloved Liverpool play on Saturday (Had to get up at 6:30 am for that) and read a book by Christopher Fowler. He’s such a great story teller. This was a book from the year 2000 called Calabash.
Today, I went to lunch at Sonny’s BBQ and ordered iced tea. The waitress asked if I wanted lemons. I said no. She not only ignored that, she brought not one, but two glasses of tea with three lemon slices each. When I was ready to leave, she brought me another in a takeaway cup with three more slices of lemon. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I didn’t want all that so I left them in the drink. I think that qualifies for my good deed of the day, doesn’t it?
Stay warm, my friends!
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Jillian here. Happy New Year! Since last we visited, I had a book release (the weekend of Christmas which was not my choice of dates), a birthday, the passing of the old year and lots of ball games were played. … Continue reading
If you’re like a lot of Americans and folks around the globe, you’ve been watching the Olympics. Even if winter sports are not your thing, you’re bound to have seen some sort of coverage by accident, even.
I’ve seen crashes on the slopes I thought surely had to have ended a career. I’ve seen a skater quit due to a back injury. I’ve seen both men and women crash on the half pipe. And I’ve seen a lot of tears…not only over missing a shot at the podium but also because our media has pushed these fine athletes to tears with their invasive questions.
This annoys me.
Brody Miller comes to mind. There’s been a media hailstorm over the female reporter who repeatedly asked Mr. Miller about his deceased brother. Mr. Miller evaded her question time and time again until he simply, seemingly had no choice but to answer her as she was relentless. Only after he shed a tear did she let up. It was painful to watch. It also got people riled up. Most thought she was invading his privacy all for ratings. Most thought she should have stopped asking after he sidestepped her question the second time. I thought it never should have been asked. At all.
After people berated the reporter’s actions, Brody Miller even eventually came to her defense and said she was simply doing her job. I disagree. I think she was following the normal route most–if not nearly all–reporters take and that is to go after the sensationalized story.
I don’t think being a reporter gives you the right to push people to the brink of emotional distress. I don’t think being a reporter gives one the right to prod their subject until they break down into tears. Any rational. compassionate individual is going to miss a recently deceased family member from their lives whether it be a parent, grandparent, sibling or child. Why must the media always go for the throat…or in this case, the heart?
WOW—is summer ever lasting a long time here. We have been in the high 80’s low 90’s for almost all of September. I’d love to be outside working really hard on the yard but wouldn’t you know, this is the year the house decided to “spring a leak” and we have some major repairs.
That was after I had decided I’d paint the house this year and the barn!! Of course, this happened while we were on vacation, the hot water pipe no less, and we came home to a “dip” in the floor. Needless to say we have been busy fixing the floor. Decided to do the utility and bathroom while we were at it (just one more little project). They will be here to put the floor down in those two rooms Friday and do the counter top, but the carpet—now that’s another story.
I picked carpet that isn’t even on the production line yet so I have to wait until mid-to-late October for it to get here. I fell in love with the carpet when I saw it and I just couldn’t find anything I liked better. Oh well, bare floors are “different”.
Meanwhile, we are in the middle of fall softball and we have a, just turned 8-year-old granddaughter, playing U10. Really fun and a little slow after watching her sister play high school and tournament ball but we are adjusting. Sunday she got to pitch her very first game, so of course I had to show you a picture. She was so excited and told us she thought she did pretty good for her first time, we had to agree.
Just got a call from my son reminding me that I am going to Disneyland with them in November. Pretty exciting but I think Jamie thinks Grandma will go on all the rides with her—not sure about that. First I have to get on the airplane—for me that’s major!! But my granddaughter has been planning this trip for the last two years so too late to back out now. I’m sure I’ll have a great time once I get down there, Jim refuses to go, but then I have to get back on that plane and come home. I have a couple of months to get my nerves in gear so I’ll be ok—right now all I can say is YIKES!!!
Hope you are all having as marvelous a fall (well almost fall) as we are.
Has anyone been watching the Olympics? We’ve watched more this year than ever before, I think. It helps that I can putter with some work using my laptop while watching. But there’s something about the awesomeness of them being held in London that keeps us tuning in night after night.
For me, the sport I love the most (and dislike the most) is gymnastics. Especially the women’s competitions. I probably love it because we had two daughters compete in the sport for several years. I dislike it the most because the injuries are so painful. But it was amazing to watch Gabbie Douglas (USA) take the individual Gold. Who wouldn’t want to root for that smile!
We’ve also watched the cyclists, amazed at their endurance on those long road courses. Bravo to Brad Wiggins (GBR) for his Gold!
And the swimming. Ah, the swimming. When less than 1/100th of a second separates Gold and Silver, it’s a nail-biting race. The strength it takes to move at the speeds these kids do is mind-blowing.
There are so many sports (and athletes) I could talk about, but mostly, I’m just so inspired by it all. With all the strife in today’s world, these kids are proof that there is a good and decent side to humanity. And that the next generation has the skills and endurance to not only survive, but to thrive and make the world a better place to live.
I love the “feel-good” factor of what the Olympics stands for as much as the actual competitions. Between The Olympics, The Special Olympics, and The Paralympics, there’s a lot of good out there.
So my congratulations to all the athletes competing. Medal or no, they are winners. And because of their perseverance, so are we.
And to our British friends, well done! It’s been an amazing run so far and London, in my estimation, is doing it right.