Ya! I’m allowed to watch Dr. Who today.<\/p>\n
I made a deal with myself that I’m only allowed to watch an episode of Dr. Who on days I work out. This is to keep me from being a lazy butt — at least until the episodes wear out. Must bribe myself with something else when that happens.<\/p>\n
My son and I went to the pool together this afternoon. He swam a 50 with me, for which I am proud of him. I recall when I was learning to swim. 50 yards was kinda tough.<\/p>\n
When we were walking home from the pool, the heavens opened. My goodness. Rain just poured from the sky. My son wasn’t too keen, wanting to get under shelter. I asked him if they’d kicked him out of the Kid Club or something. He asked why.<\/p>\n
So I explained that when I was a child, my brother and I would beg<\/em> to be allowed to go outside and play in the rain in the summertime. We couldn’t often. You don’t get a lot of rain in the summer in Central Virginia1<\/sup>, and when it did rain, it was usually a thunderstorm. No playing outside allowed.<\/p>\n But oh when it wasn’t a thunderstorm, how wonderful it was to play outside in the warm rain, sloshing along pavement barefoot, or skidding across soggy grass. (Or plugging up a drainpipe to fill a ditch to make a natural wading pool until one of our fathers caught us at it!)<\/p>\n It really felt nice to get drenched, kick off my sandals and walk home barefoot — glowing warm from a workout and soaked to the skin.<\/p>\n 1<\/sup>Fredericksburg was not Northern Virginia when I was growing up for all that it’s a suburb of Washington, DC now<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ya! I’m allowed to watch Dr. Who today. I made a deal with myself that I’m only allowed to watch an episode of Dr. Who on days I work out. This is to keep me from being a lazy butt — at least until the episodes wear out. Must bribe myself with something else when … <\/p>\n
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