It's been a blog-less summer so far. I can't quite keep up with things these days, I guess. And speaking of keeping up, I ran a race with my daughter on July 4, and I didn't stick around for the results. I'm not exactly the speedster on the block anymore, and I ran a pretty flat 7 minute pace. But today my daughter came home with a plaque for me . . . "Hey, Mom! You won the Grand Master prize!" Okay, there were 800 plus people in the race, but I doubt there were any women in my age group. Sigh.
So yeah. Now I get to be Grand Master.
Potatoes Sprouting
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I panicked when I saw my potatoes sprouting. I cut off the bad spots and
soaked them in cold water overnight in the fridge while I thought of a
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4 comments:
Grand Master Nin, it has a nice ring to it.
Thanks Rick! I wish it were for poetry, not running.
I am embarrassed by my very slow running speed. Nobody can figure out my actual running speed, and I look like I'm running fast (my legs are short), so I guess it doesn't matter.
Next year, you'll run even faster and be named "Grand Master Flash."
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