Three Things

The months weeks are just zipping right by.  Although I thought I just typed these same words yesterday, evidently it's Thursday all over again. That means it's time to share three things, whatever happens to be on your mind.

Here are mine.

1.  I am officially out of work until the government reopens.  Although I ought to be concerned, oddly I am not.  Back in the Dark Ages of college when I worked at Busch Gardens during the summers, there were days when park attendance was lower than projected.  To save money, my supervisor would ask for volunteers to cut their shifts early. I was always the first to volunteer.  No, I didn't get paid for those forfeited hours, but I never viewed it that way.  Instead, I focused on the fact that I had the afternoon off!  An unexpected gift of free time!  There must be something wrong with me, I've always been this way.

2.  Baby Sis's birthday was yesterday, and my present to her was registration in the April 2014 Nashville Half Marathon.  It's just as much a gift to myself, because a trip with Baby Sis--anywhere--is more fun than a barrel of monkeys.  (For the time being we will ignore the fact that a half marathon can hardly be confused with fun and birthday gifts, but see #1.  My brain clearly is malfunctioning wired differently.)

3.  Today I am attending the state fair for the first time since 2008. Now this will be fun.  Click here and here for blog posts about my previous adventures there.

Now it's your turn to share three things. Or two things. Or more things.  Whatever floats your boat.

Mailbox

After jogging my new Onemo route on Sunday, I decided to pull off on Old Garden Creek Road.

I was immediately drawn in by the fall colors, the blue sky and this quaint little mailbox.

(It's over there on the left. Blending in.)

After a busy Monday that included Government Shutdown Talk (GST, because there must be an acronym) at work followed by Daughter's birthday dinner (thank you, Chesapeake Bay Mother, for fixing it for us!), I am happy to share these tranquil photos of a very undramatic roadside mailbox.

Assuming I don't have to report to work for a few days or longer, I may have more time on my hands to take pictures. I may be one of the few people on the planet not entirely disturbed by a probable shutdown, at least as it relates to me personally. (The bigger picture, however, is highly disturbing.)

I just take things as they come.

And shake my head.