Saturday, August 27, 2016


   You know how they say things come in threes? That was true today. On our morning walk, the dogs and I discovered these mushrooms that had sprouted overnight. They remind me of a golf ball on a tee.
   About a quarter-mile further up the road, we found a golf ball in the grass!
   And then this afternoon while I was sweeping under the family room couch is, I found another golf ball! (And I'll admit when I first saw it, I thought there was a spider on it and I jumped!)
   OK universe, I get it. Maybe I should try golfing sometime!
   We had severe storms last night--some neighborhoods were underwater. And this morning when I walked past those same mushrooms again, they looked like a little umbrellas.

Friday, August 26, 2016

Poor Sea Cows

   In a move offending sea cows everywhere, John Oliver of Last Week Tonight called Ryan Lochte "America's Idiot Sea Cow." 

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

True story

   True story from tonight. I should've listened more closely to Kansas City meteorologist Bryan Busby!!!!!
   But to be fair, I work at home and never got around to showering today, so that problem took care of itself! Thanks, universe!!!!

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Happy birthday, Brett!

   Happy birthday, Brett! Dave and I met him up at Ibis Bakery for their very popular and now-weekly pizza night. We waited about 45 minutes in line to place our order. Wow!
  Ibis just secured their liquor license, and a guy from Crane brewing in Raytown was there to sell flights of their sour beers. All were good, and my favorite was either the grapefruit sour, or the kumquat sour… They were the same color, so I'm not really sure which one! As always, the pizza  and wheatberry/kale/beet salad were outstanding, and it was a beautiful night to sit outside and enjoy.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Art unleashed 2016

   The best part of this year's art unleashed was undoubtedly that my buddy Dave was here to experience it for the first time!
   I was in the middle of a raging sinus and ear infection thanks to lake diving last week, so I had a drink in hand all night to soothe my throat. Seeing those bright metal flamingos cheered me up!
   This is the year the Humane Society tried a different format: a sit down dinner that began wants the silent auction had closed. The food was good and it was nice to have a chance to sit and visit with friends before the program started.
   In just one night we raised at least $91,000 for the homeless pets of Kansas City!

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Love at the Zoo

   Charlotte and Amy just shared a video from their photographer—one of the coolest and most unique weddings I've ever attended! Penguins, giraffes, kangaroo joeys, and a baby binturong (bearcat). From May 22, 2016—a great day for love! :)

Monday, August 15, 2016

Identity crisis

   Today I got some tough news from my orthopedic doc. I was supposed to attend a running clinic tonight, and it was rescheduled yet again (I've been trying to get in since March--when he diagnosed me with exertional compartment syndrome) which was plenty frustrating in and of itself.
   But then he asked how I've been doing with my running, and what I've tried to overcome my nagging pain and numbness. (6 months of PT, massage therapy & cupping, custom orthotics, dry needle therapy, backing off running for months... Need I go on?)
   I didn't expect the conversation to go where it went--my discomfort has certainly set me back, but I have worked through seemingly worse problems before, so I wasn't even close to chalking it up as being insurmountable.
   "You'll have to stop running," he said. "Or have surgery. It's a small surgery... But it will leave 8 inch scars on each of your calves."
   The drawing above is what came to mind as I hung up the phone and tried to process this terrible choice. I cried enough to Scuba dive in a pool of my own tears. 
   I am an athlete. I didn't know it for so many years, having been labeled early on as an artist and a nerd – not a jock. And when I figured it out, I ran with it, so to speak. Running has been my joy, my sanity, my near daily challenge and motivation, and the single biggest component of my exercise plan for many years now. One of those things that is such a part of the fabric of who I am that I'll have to figure out who I am without it.
   Perhaps it is kismet that I saw this post shared on Facebook this morning: advice from an Olympic hopeful to set the bar low. The very idea saddens me, but I guess I'd better think about it.