Day 257

It was a quiet day and I expect today will be. Church is on the agenda along with the regular items. Life is routine and that is fine with me. Motivation is still high on the priority list. I want my body to serve as long as possible and I’m in charge of the program to do that. Must admit my nutrition yesterday was not good. I leaned toward carbohydrates and little else. Anxiety over the political scene could be contributing.

POH

I graduated from HSC in 1964 after 12 years of regular classes, summer sessions, extension classes, and correspondence courses. My husband bought me a motorcycle to celebrate. It was a trail bike with knobby tires. He had a big bike. I had to have motorcycle boots because in those days it had a kick starter and the thing would come back and sock me in the ankle. A few bruises and I was ready to wear the boots. The first time I dropped it was in gravel. He ran over to check on the bike. Didn’t notice the blood on my elbow and cheek. I would take Hollie on the front with me and he would take both boys, one in front and one in back. We had fun trips around the back roads and trails close to our home. In the divorce, he took the motorcycle and gave it to his sister. The first time she rode it, it threw her on the ground and broke her arm. I had a hard time feeling bad about it.