Oh, Frigate

Lately, I've been parking my car at Salem Methodist Church and jogging various routes in the surrounding area.

No matter which particular route I decide on, I always run past Frigate Lane.

There is something about the word frigate that makes me want to repeat it over and over and over again. I envision myself stomping as I holler, "Frigate, frigate, frigate!" It's almost therapeutic, really.

Click here for the pronunciation in case you missed all the opportunities above.

Clearly, I need to get out more.

Thanks for your patience as I reveal the inner workings of a very addled brain that attempts to provide entertainment on long, boring runs by poking fun at otherwise innocent words on signs.

Have a wonderful weekend.

Three Things

It appears that Thursday is here once again, and that means it's time to share three things, three thoughts, three whateverisonyourminds.

(One of the advantages of not writing for money--or for anything, actually, other than your own amusement--is the ability to completely botch the English language force words together like whateverisonyourmind and then have the audacity to make it plural.)

Anyway, back to the three things.

1.  The Mathews varsity girls won last night against a very tough opponent, Lancaster.  After they lost Monday to Northumberland, I was a little worried about this game. However, after I gave Daughter her highly embarrassing, pregame, good-luck kiss, I knew it was all going to turn out fine.  And it did.

2.  These are more shots from J&M Marina in Deltaville.

3.  I just finished reading the book Born to Run by Christopher McDougall and am seriously contemplating a New Year's resolution that involves signing up for a full marathon. I am also very glad I never spent more than $50 on a pair of running shoes, because the gist of the book is we were born with everything we need for distance running, all we have to do is get out there and do it.  Too much support and cushioning throws off our natural stride.  I was also highly intrigued by the Tarahumara Indians studied in the book.  But that's a topic for another day, outside of a blog that's supposed to be about Mathews.

That's it from me.  If you have something--or two things or three things or more things--to share, please do so.  If you are still wondering why a grown adult would squish whateverisonyourmind together and then make it plural and then write it down and hit the "publish" button on her blog without batting an eye, join the club.  Let's blame it on another long day and the fear of starting the Christmas decorating, which hangs like the sagging branch of a Charlie Brown Christmas tree over my entire existence.

Three Things

Welcome to Three Thing Thursday, where I share three thoughts and encourage you to do the same.  Three is merely a suggestion, there are no hard and fast rules here.

I'll begin.

1. Yesterday, in preparation for Blog Fest 2013, I spent five solid hours dejunktifying my upstairs bedrooms (two of which belong to my teenagers, who evidently love living in squalor mountains of old school papers and half-empty water bottles).

2.  Do not consult your dictionaries, dear readers because dejunktify is so a word. I've been using it for years now, especially in To Do lists for my children. "1. Dejunktify your rooms. 2. See #1. 3. I said dejunktify, please."  Evidently they're unclear on the precise meaning of this word, because the amount of dejunktifying I did yesterday tells me they've not focused on it since they were born in a very long time.

3. I absolutely adore surprises, and yesterday after the marathon dejunktifying session and an away cross country meet (where daughter broke her own personal record!), I dragged up the front steps to find a package from a good friend I met through this blog.  It contained Kona coffee, a candle, wine, and cocktail napkins that will be perfect for this weekend's festivities. Have I mentioned how much I love surprises?

That's it from me.  Now it's your turn to share three thoughts.

Whatever is on your mind.

Anything at all.

Context

The sign in the first photo is leaning against the bottom of this little building.

I think I could fill a second blog with nothing but pictures of boats on dry land.
(Without trailers.)

These are a few more shots from Saturday's pit stop at the house that was for sale.  Saturday was sunny as opposed to Sunday's snow which is now Monday's rain.

My daughter's soccer season began over a month ago, and thanks to Mother Nature she's only had two games thus far.

The daffodils are sagging, slunched over in the field.

Yes, that's right, slunched.  Slunched is what happens when your brain merges hunched over with slumped. Slunched. Go ahead and use it freely today, and tell 'em CBW said it was OK.

Thanks to all of March's rain and cold weather, I've not been running to prepare for April's half-marathon. I'll probably end up slunched over having to walk it, which will make me angry. I don't care about the speed, my only goal is to avoid slunching walking.  My only consolation is Baby Sis, who is doing this with me, says she's done next to nothing to prepare either.


Dear April,

Please leave the cold and rain behind with March so I can emerge from the winter funk that causes my brain to create and use words such as slunch. I really need some sunshine, Vitamin D, fresh air and exercise.

Sincerely,

CBW

Fence Posts

Yesterday was wonderfully warm, so I drove to Bethel Beach for a brief visit. On the left side of the road leading to the beach is a fence line I've always admired.  

Although it isn't easy to see in these pictures (at least not on my screen, but then again my eyesight is fading fast, so the screen isn't entirely to blame), there is barbed wire attached to these posts.

In the shots above and below, a pine tree has grown around the wire.

Below it's easier to see.

This isn't far from the barn I talked about in (click here) this post.

Those two in the foreground are posts. (Wire hangs from the one
on the left.) Standing in the middle further back, a dead pine tree
blends in well, looking as weathered and worn as the posts.

If you cannot see the barbed wire, click on the image to enlarge.
I don't think it will enlargen enough for me to see it, but I know it's
there.  Also, enlargen is a word. It was just invented, right here on
this blog.

There is another fence line on the left
headed down towards those pine trees.

You can see it better here.

Are you still awake? Or did my talking about an invisible fence that looks like a bunch of dead trees in the middle of a swamp cause your head to drop backwards and your eyes to slam shut?

I don't blame you. It's just that I'm so easily amused, I could talk about stuff like this forever.

(Even if I'm not quite sure what I'm talking about.)

In other more interesting news, my daughter's last basketball game is tonight at King William.  The long drive will be well worth it to see them (hopefully) beat King William and finish their season with a perfect record.

I can't wait.

Have a great day.