As guests at this big celebration,
We can make a true observation.
With vows that were made,
Their journey is laid
Laid out with this new declaration.
When someone is present to hear you,
Your story about what you do “do,”
Brings more fun and zest,
You give it your best,
Attention from one, or a big crew.
Wednesday, July 6th, 2022 When donning my clothing for riding, It is very simple deciding, Just what I will wear. It’s out of a pair Of colors; high-viz, they’re providing. Do you love simplicity, too? For about a decade, On Sunday closest to July 4th, Our church has met for that Holiday weekend morning service […]
Continue readingThe day we put in was a hard one.
Our internal voices screamed “Not Fun!”
Hang in through the day,
While making your way.
With real satisfaction t’ward outcome.
Bob & my trip west,
Visiting dear friends & treasured uncle.
Covered many miles,
Frequently “touched the heart”,
Put us midst dramatic scenery.
My “settle-in-salve” is connection,
With folks for whom I feel affection.
Wherever I roam,
My heart feels at home,
With shared time from loving direction.
Hard work that you share is connecting.
Though sometimes you feel like objecting.
What you’ve gotten done,
Though not always fun,
Gets you to the goal you’re expecting.
My portion of this ride has ended.
The time that I’ve shared has been blended
With Hills and with Heat.
With good folks to meet.
My mem-or-ies will be quite splendid.
Sunday, May 8, 2022Rest Day in Des Moines, IA Happy Mother’s Day!Today: leisurely walks,Admiring blooming RedbudHere in Des Moines, Iowa. A nap—Always a treat. My favorite of the day:(Before internet went down,)Watching my daughter on Zoom,Competing in ToastmastersInternational Speech Contest. She won her at her District level.Imagine my daughter,Loving to speak, sing, and dance.Can’t imagine where she got […]
Continue readingAll riding in the van is quite rare,
It gives opportunity to share,
Our stories we tell,
And get to know well,
Our seat mate—connections build more care!
I’m dressed in layers so many,
My bag nearly empty of any,
More clothing to wear,
Wish weather were fair,
Warm sun in my thoughts for a penny!
It’s hard to say it’s fun when one’s cold.
When fingers get stiff and they don’t fold.
That time on my bike,
Is not what I like.
Yet, after I thaw-out, I’m still sold.