Another shift.

Thinking about the Scouts' Pace caused me to consider jogging instead of just walking this morning on my daily constitutional. So I tried it. It was an interesting experience. Normally when one starts to run, one leans forward and then steps out. At that point the runner pushes forward with the ball of his (or her) foot. That was when the fun started. My foot wouldn't move and I almost ended up on my face. My ankle didn't flex. So now I do push ups with my feet.
Yesterday was the Topanga Banjo and Fiddle contest at the historic Paramount Ranch. It was my first major outing. The previous furthest outing was to Flabob airport which was mostly driving and sitting. Topanga is a walk about kind of place. I got there for the opening at 9am and settled into my fold-a-chair at the main stage. I listened to some pretty fine music for a couple of hours in the 90 degree heat. Even listened to a digereedoo player! Then I wandered around listening to some impromptu groups playing. Once again, good music. By noon I had run out of gas ( that metaphor is getting old) so I packed up and headed for Fullerton. All in all a good time.
The walk today was done in a record 38 minutes, the pace set by Reverend Gary Davis fingerpicking his music.
Supposedly: we're all on this flight together.

Dick