Pressing On

I have a thing about bridges. I love them. I like old rustic bridges no matter how large or small. I like creaky  wooden ones. I like gigantic, historical bridges that connect big cities to quaint little towns. I like walking bridges that get me across a small body of water or over steep, rocky terrain. There is just something about a bridge to me, that says, "Come over, there is something really cool over here and it's worth the trip". Something so much so, that a bridge was necessary and someone invested their time and money to build it. I remember a few years ago on our last trip to San Francisco. We rented bikes and rode across the Golden Gate Bridge. It was amazing! When we got to the other side we were in a quaint little town called Sausalito . We sat outside near the water, in a little cafe and had lunch. The view of the bay was entirely different from this point of view. Not only that you could see the San Francisco skyline and the whole city itself. Definitely wo

I have a dear friend I used to run with when I lived in Phoenix. What started out as running partners to train for a race, turned into a sweet, life long friendship. When we first began running together, I used to tease her on how she would get dressed up and accessorize for our long distance runs. She would meet me out front, often times in the dark, with a utility belt fully loaded with water, electrolytes, Kleenex and reflective tape on her shirt. I won't even tell you about the adorable matching outfits with knee high socks she would wear. I would come out wearing my same old, white tank top and orange shorts from 1998, carrying a water bottle and a tube of Chapstick. She would in turn tease me. " THAT'S IT? , that's all you're bringing for 10 miles?"  " I'll be fine" I would say. "Connie, how can you run and carry that stuff?" I know it drove her crazy and pretty soon she was saying "Here, give it to me, I have pockets, I'

I am so fortunate that my husband is handy when it comes to fixing things around the house. He also loves to solve problems and work on projects. So, I only needed to mention the idea of ceiling fans in our family room being a nice way to help with our electric bill. No sooner had I spoke those words, we were in the truck headed to Lowe's on an early afternoon the following Saturday.  It looked to be a fairly simple task for him since he has done it a few times before. The wiring was there and who really reads the instructions that come with ceiling fans anyway? Simple! Yes, I know better. No home improvement project is ever, only one trip to Lowe's or Home Depot. Nor does it ever go according to the unread instructions.  But I was optimistic, I really do love him and he really did know what he was doing.  The first one took a bit longer than expected since we didn't need the light fixture the fan came with. And he did refer to the instructions to view the picture of the in