In the spirit of the "giving" part of this holiday we went to the horse races this afternoon. Colby is the only guy I know who's mastered betting on the ponies. He uses my money to wager and then keeps any winnings! I worry that he will grow up thinking that that's how it actually works. Oh well, as long as he has a grampa it probably will eh?
Anyway, you know what I like about the races? I like the fact that it's a race. That's the way all life should be. Every task should be completed as quickly as possible, every trip over with asap. Go, go, go! Hurry, hurry, hurry! I can't stand it when people walk through the mall as if they have all day, especially if they are in front of me Just loitering along as if they have nowhere better to be, and holding me up in the process I want to stop them and demand an explanation as to why they are moving so freakin slow! Get with it people! You're causing me anxiety!
Yah I know. Pretty pathetic eh? I'm gonna work on it. I start every day with some patience but as the day wears on it just seems to dissipate.
My Thanksgiving day workout? I closed the pool. I'm thinking of making it a tradition.
"I don't know why it is we are in such a hurry to get up when we fall down. You might think we would lie there and rest for a while."---Max Eastman
"The trouble with life in the fast lane is that you get to the other end in an awful hurry."---John Jensen
love
peter
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