I've been wanting to write a blog post with this title for a week! Several times since we moved into this house, I've managed to wake up and GET up before Katie did, and have gone for a walk down by the salt lake. Last week when I did that, there were snails EVERYWHERE. Not wanting to step on them (in all honesty, not so much because of caring about snails, but because of not wanting yucky squished snail on my sandals...), I spent most of the time watching carefully where I was walking, which involved a lot of back-and-forth, or slow motion swerving. Snail slalom. Almost all of the snails were crossing the path from south to north, except for in one short section where they were crossing north to south. Very weird.
I went for another walk the day before yesterday and played snail slalom
again, but there weren't quite as many, so I got to enjoy the scenery a bit
more. I also discovered that we're pretty much right in the middle of the
four-kilometer-long path--it took me 21 minutes to walk to one end of it, and 23
minutes to walk to the other end. Since it's about half a kilometer down to the
path, that's a five-kilometer walk if I go to one end only and back home. Not
very far, but a first step towards my goal of running a marathon before I'm 58.
I take Helen with me in the sling, so I can't jog even if I could jog, which I