Regardless of the title, this story does have a happy ending.
Shortly before 6:00 AM I woke up without the alarm clock, as is usually the case. I’d actually been awake since 5:30 seeing what I could see. Nothing had changed. I got out of bed and walked down to the hall and went into Grant’s room. I could have both eyes closed and still know that I was in his room.
I made my way downstairs to begin my workout…no this is not an every day occurrence. We’ll call it a New Year’s Resolution. The past year has added a few pounds that really need to come off. I have two nice suits that have been let out all of the way and I can’t see buying another one, yet. Not only do my eyes need a little time to get adjusted to being open, but my joints need to get used to moving. I have a feeling that is not a side-effect.
I spend 45 minutes, or so, of exercise in front of the Wii in the basement. She’s my personal trainer. It definitely helps to get all of my body going in the same direction. Workouts usually happens 3 or 4 times a week. This particular morning is rushed because I have a 9:00 meeting on the other side of town. This gets me showered and out the door before 8:00. On the way out the door Connie asked me if I wanted her to drive. “The rain is coming down pretty hard and it was still pretty dark earlier.” You see Connie makes sure that the kids get off to school and sometimes plays taxi driver. (A job that she’s experienced with) I indicated that I would be fine and was off to my meeting. On my way I stopped at the Lil’ Donut Factory. It’s a different kind of “crack house” as Connie and I call it.
It always nice to talk with the owner, Jordan, about business and life. We never seem to solve the world’s problems but it’s nice just to slow down and talk. Oh, I failed to mention that the doughnuts are not for me. They’re for the meeting that I’m going to with lots of hungry customers. By the time I’m back on the road it’s 8:05ish. This gives me 55 minutes to go a distance that usually takes me 20 minutes.
As you can imagine traffic is bad. It’s stop-and-go for quite a few miles. The old me, the one with two good eyes, would have been weaving in and out of traffic while looking for the quickest route. Anyone that has riden with me knows that I’m not noted for being a patient person. But there I sat in the same lane for miles. Changing lanes didn’t seem worth it to me. I was content to move with the pace of traffic.
It gave me time to think. What a novel idea. Abnormally, I didn’t think about work. I thought about my family and this blog. There are lot of people that read this that don’t know that much about me. Some of you may think you do, while others would just as soon not know :-). In the next few weeks, I plan to share more about the rest of me. By that I mean things that are not directly coorelated to my health.
For now, rest assured that the statement “no mold grows on a moving stone” is true. We just completed a weekend that included 2 college visits, 7 volleyball games and 3 basketball games. Look ma’ – no mold.
By the way, the traffic jam was caused by a fender bender. Although, I never saw a thing. 😉 See, I told you the story would have a happy ending.