It’s time again to have a cup of our not pumpkin spice flavored hot beverage, (I’ll explain later) and enjoy a little heart-to-heart. I am linking up with Coco from Running With Perseverance and Deborah from Confessions of a Mother Runner for their Ultimate Coffee Date. Pull up a comfortable chair, pour yourself a cup, and let’s chat about all topics – running and otherwise.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I have been missing these two guys lately. My hubby Bill and I have been on the road so often this autumn, we have not been getting as much grandson time as I would like.
We did get to hang out together two weeks ago, so we went to a corn maze near our house. The five-year-old was in charge of the map and he did an excellent job, much better than his Mimi would have done.
I believe the eight-year-old’s favorite part of the day was using a giant slingshot to shoot corn cobs through tractor tires. Ah, the joys of living in a farming community!
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that my husband and I have finally admitted it. We cannot take a good selfie.
I have a difficult time holding the camera and pushing the button to take the photo at the same time. By the time I have taken the picture, I have accidentally turned off the camera a few times. Each time, I need to begin all over again.
While we were in Spain, Bill took over selfie-taking, but he held the camera so that we were looking down into the lens. It makes us look like we have chins like Jay Leno’s. (If you are reading this, Mr. Leno, I am so sorry!) It’s not a very flattering angle.
By the time we actually take the picture, I’m usually hysterical from all of our fumbling. I can only imagine what passersby are thinking as they watch us. They are probably shaking their heads in disbelief at the old couple trying to figure out something so seemingly simple.
We finally determined the best technique is for me to hold the camera and get it into a reasonable position, then have Bill push the button. It’s always an adventure, though.
A blogging friend of mine calls Autumn her “third favorite season“. I’m with her on that. Maybe it’s just me, but I am skeptical of Halloween lights (like Christmas lights, only orange), corn shocks everywhere, and especially pumpkin spice everything!
I have seen pumpkin spice peanut butter, pumpkin spice cereal, pumpkin spice pretzels, smoothies, pudding, ice cream, and pumpkin spice Spam. Yes, the canned cooked pork product
inflicted on introduced to America in 1937 now comes in a pumpkin spice version.
There are even pumpkin spice kale chips as if plain kale chips aren’t bad enough.
I am not a huge fan of pumpkin pie. I would rank it behind apple pie, blueberry pie, coconut cream, cherry, lemon meringue, pecan, peach…you get the idea.
I am waiting for this pumpkin spice insanity to run its course, but it currently shows no sign of abating.
On a happier note, if we were having coffee, I would tell you that Bill and I went to running club on Tuesday night, two days after we ran the Marine Corps Marathon.
I was a little bit intimidated by the thought of running so soon after a marathon, but we wanted to go to the Halloween party which was held in a member’s barn after the run and we didn’t really push ourselves in the marathon, so I agreed.
We ran a very respectable 5K at running club on a paved and cinder trail, then went to our friend’s house and changed into our costumes.
I went as a black cat and Bill went as Mr. Clean. I think his costume is perfect!
Here was our first attempt at a selfie in our costumes:
I was already a little bit hysterical!
I am linking up with Fairytales and Fitness for Friday 5.