Getting physical
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Training sessions have been going really well these past few weeks. I
swim, lift, and run on my own (or with the masters swim team) during the
week, and o...
12 years ago
Hey, Fiddler Family (and their Relations)! Are you ready to reconnect? Let's use this blog to share and respond to the stories of our daily lives--from the monumental events to the everyday humdrums. Write about the books you're reading, the movies you're watching, the politics that piss you off. Let's share our frustrations and hurts, along with our successes and joys. Poetry, prose, lists, prayers, images--anything goes on this blog. It's time to reconnect.
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I love your stories about the country, Fiddler. When we lived in Chase, Kansas and traveled the Lorraine Road, we sometimes encountered cows on the road. Once we encountered a bull. I don't mean there was a confrontation. When a large animal blocks the road, the driver waits politely until the animal moves. I have tapped lightly on the horn to encourage a critter to let me pass. Usually that works, but not always. Like humans, animals move at their own pace when they choose to do so.
This is a cute story. Thanks for sharing it. Keep writing your country stories.
I agree with Honor--your "country stories" are the best, always descriptive and always tinged with wry humor. Love them and you!
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