Yep. That's what happened. How does anyone sustain an injury in a gentle yoga class? you ask. Beats me. Before the class, I didn't have two ribs out of position and afterwards, I did. Thank goodness for a little emergency chiropractic care. Pop! Pop! as the ribs returned to position and I'm (almost) good as new with a couple more followups before I enlist the aid of my trusty pony Subaru and take off next week for Missouri.
Among other events this week, Aidan's team handily won their last official league game and will fight for the championship on a Saturday in early October.
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| Six to Seven p.m. The sun is down and the last soccer game has been played. A blaze of glory on-field and celestial exuberance. |
And, Marge's sister Pam visited about a week here with us. One-by-one, I am meeting Marge's family and have nothing but good to report. A lovely close-knit family that is a pleasure to be around.
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| Marge and Pam. |
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| Entry to Landis Supermarket, Harleysville, Pennsylvania. |
From the News Desk: It is hard to look back upon the week of election cacophony. Even harder to reflect upon the disastrous legacies of unresolved racial atrocity. Of Syria, Jimmy Carter spoke out saying, "Stop the Killing." Yes. Yes. And, yes. Where better for we Americans to start than right here, right now. Let it spread.
I want this on my tee shirt: LOVE 'EM ALL--LET GOD SORT 'EM OUT!
Thoughts of the goodness that oftentimes happens among family and friends, the moments of connection among fellow humans, when acute awe of our small part of all living and transpiring upon the crust of our planet's molten core, of our place in a vastness so bewilderingly beyond full comprehension brings with it a longing to clutch it and hold it close. Yet, it flits away. Total immersion in those fleet moments, walks with joy and with sadness knowing its lovely transience is not to be held, but to behold.
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