Back to the pool. Two hours this time. Lots of kids today vs. Monday, when Lailah and I were the only ones in the small pool.
Explored the ice hangings after.
Slippery day. Roger, Lailah and I went to the museum. Lots of good hands on science stuff to do.
Then later, Lailah and I did the loop to the bike trail and back, this time at least riding 5 feet on the trail before turning back for home. Lots of work for Grammy pushing Lailah and bike back of up the hill, hitting all of the snowy grass patches in order to make tracks.
Also checked out some of the jewelry collection.
I did a bit of house cleaning today, and I was reminded about what Roger’s brother found while cleaning their basement before Thanksgiving…some very aged wine. Roger had brought it home while he was in the Navy. I don’t think we will open the white, but it may be interesting to see if the bottle of red from 1968 is at all drinkable.
Chuck sent Eliza, Roger’s mother, a holiday center piece. The table was too full of food to display it properly on Thanksgiving Day, but it was much admired after the feast was consumed.
On Friday, Dorothy, Valerie’s mother, and Eliza posed in front of the stuffed animal tree. This was at the Festival of Trees in Davenport, Iowa. Roger squired the moms around while I sat outside and enjoyed the sunny day.
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Bruce got up early and went to the Krispie Kreme for my pre-race meal. Two donuts and a banana later, and I was ready to go run in the Turkey Trot 5 mile race. This year, my goal was 45 minutes.
I got there early, and I helped scan the timinig chips to verify the information on them after they were handed out. I chatted with Jeff, the timing contractor, and we both expressed our interest in having a Dodge Sprinter for a timing vehicle. Hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?
Roger and mom came to Van DeVeer park (about 2 miles into the race) to watch me run by. Mom visited the wooden bird first.
I ran by right around the time I predicted, but faded after that, finishing in 45:18. Despite not reaching my time goal, I can’t remember a more perfect day for a run.
Cooper joined us for Thanksgiving. He is Bruce and Connie’s new dog – a rescue dog, mixed breed, about 5 years old. He is allergic to most foods. No table scraps allowed. He sat quietly under the table during dinner and did not beg. He was a pretty good dog in my book – he didn’t bark, and he was not too hyperactive.