The Would-Be Runner's Prayer

The difference between a would-be runner and a real runner is that a real runner likes to run, whereas a would-be runner, when he or she runs, is doing it for some alternative motive. The would-be runner's prayer is:

Lord, deliver me from thinking how good it would feel to stop.

This I'd Like To See

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You may know of a little flap at the UN these days arising from a letter from a departing official that was strongly critical of the secretary general. The letter got leaked to the press. I just read a report stating that several current officials have now come out in support of the secretary general and one was quoted as saying that the offending letter was full of ommisions. Think about that.

Never before in 72 years and 1 day

Around noon today I was sitting on the side porch in the sun when a pair of copulating flies landed on my forearm. I saw them approach and thought they were one bee, but when they landed they were very easy to see. One was mounted on the back of the other. They were very still and I watched them for what seemed a long time. It seemed like I could swat them easily, but what would be the point? What I really wanted was a picture, but when I eventually rose to go inside for a camera, they flew away.

I guess I have not yet seen it all.

An idium is born?

In a recent post to our neighborhood forum a person described an encounter with a solicitor.

A nice looking young man came to the door this evening....When I asked him for identification and his permit he hesitated, wasn't able to produce proper ID...He had one page filled with the names, addresses, phone/email and signatures. In this day and age of rampant identity theft, and home robberies would it not be wise to side with the air of caution...?

Toilet Paper - Beyond Wikipedia

Wiki has about two pages on toilet paper. Some history. Some alternatives. Some descriptions. One paragraph is worthy of reproducing here.

Recent studies have also shown that hanging toilet paper in the 'overhand' manner significantly reduces usage when compared to hanging in the 'underhand' manner. Researchers speculate the overhand method reduces the likelihood of uncontrolled unwinding occurring. Other studies have suggested that those who prefer hanging toilet paper in the 'overhand' method have statistically significant higher socioeconomic status vis-a-vis those who prefer to use the 'underhand' method.

I think there is a little more that might be said on the topic in general.

So far as I know there are two things to do with TP between the time it is taken from the roll and when it is put to use. It can be folded or it can be scrunched. (I can imagine a third option, but it seems so unlikely that anyone would tear off individual pieces and stack them that I will not address that approach.) Actually I don’t have much of an address on the other two options. Really all I have are questions.

Which method is most commonly used? Is the choice gender linked? Which method uses the most material? Is one method faster than the other? Do scrunchers get a second or third application from a single tear off? For a given length of material is break-through more common with one method than the other? Is finger nail length a factor in this? Are there those who use both? If so, on what basis do they decide which method to adopt?

Just wondering.

Two Cyclists Get To Talking

I had just pulled to a stop at a red light when another rider came up beside me and said "On your left". This is common and polite verbiage when passing another rider, but it was a bit unusual given that we were stopped. I think for this reason she said it quietly and as we stood there went on to say, "I am riding only a bit faster than you" or words to that effect. She was fifty something I would say. She had one pannier that appeared to be full and carried on her shoulders a loaded day pack. Atop her handle bar bag rested a map. The light turned green almost immediately and she pulled away in front, but at the very next intersection there was a stop sign and as I came up next to her I chirped, "Where are you going with that map?" She didn't appear to be going to the office.

"I don't want to get into any long conversations" she replied.

We traveled on in silence, about four feet apart, for several blocks.

I did not say "So long" when I turned off her course.

A Shaggy Dog Story

About six weeks ago we agreed with the two women living next door that we should get a dog, to be shared between our two households. Just over two weeks ago we all went to a shelter to meet and ultimately to adopt a fine pooch. She is about 5 years old, of medium size, about 75 pounds, with a handsome not quite shaggy coat and most important of all a lovely disposition, at least as people are concerned. She is quite smart and someone has trained her well. She seems to have but one drawback. She does not care for her own species. On seeing another dog she invariably freezes into an aggressive posture which at best leads to a stare down. At worst she snarls, snaps and lunges at the other beast with the apparent intent of having it for lunch. We always walk her on a leash so as yet no blood has been spilt. This is however at least embarrassing and at worst tending to give the leash holder a sore shoulder. We are hopeful that this rudeness can be overcome in time.

Peggy is a woman in the neighborhood who once owned and loved a dog, but as happens, lost him to age. Her response was to take up dog walking as a profession and is now to be seen several times a day with one to four dogs out for some exercise. She also seems pretty knowledgeable as to our cannine friends and we have chatted several times in the time leading up to and since getting our dog. A couple of days ago she instructed me with care and at some length about what to do when out with Kodiak and meeting another dog. I am to get Kody to sit, stand in front of her so she can't see the other dog and make her focus on me, while petting her and trying to make her feel at ease. As it happened that very afternoon while walking Kody I saw Peggy approaching on the other side of the street, with 2 or 3 dogs in hand. I immediately thought, "There's my mentor. I must do this right." I stepped in front of Kodi, got her to sit and kept her attention on my face. I knew Peggy and her charges were passing behind me, but I did not look away from my dog. Then after a moment I heard Peggy say in a crisp voice, "Good boy Paul". I did not however get a milk bone.