You Can Always Run From Your Problems

I think this will be my thirtieth post, and i have learned that sometimes it is really hard to draw an interesting picture of your day. Often it does not depend on how the day went, but how it was ended. There were so many times that i was not enjoying myself until the moment when i returned home and found nothing before me, and aaaahhhhh (i actually sighed as i wrote that!!!) relaxation just happens. You can look at your friends, who seem to multiply when this mood strikes, without fear of expressing your self honestly.
For example, Rachel Daniels, a.k.a. little rachel (for she is quite tiny, and i decided to make an eggplant plarmesan pizza. while she grilled, i busied with the crust. Somewhere in the middle of the operation, i felt relaxation as a distant sensation. I sat on the ground like an exasperated mother, unable to express that, FINALLY, i was content.
The reason for the title was that i went for a run, a crucial step towards my relaxation. I frantically departed the house, stretched for a short while in front of the house and departed for the graveyard. Running through the large, glenwood cemetery, where many times i have wondered if i could get away with digging up a grave. It is an intense curiosity, to see dead people. Not morbid, but in the name of science; The name of experience, and, for the first time, i realized why vincentta would not be afraid to perform an autopsy on a human being. This, however, did not cross my mind. For some reason, all i could think about was betsy smith and her novel A Tree Grows In Brooklyn. It was one of the most beautiful books and the most intimate where i was able to spend 500 pages in the minutiae of a young girls life at the start of this century. I just look at all the graves and dream of the past (Mennonites give me a different but highly similar sensation) and how little Fannie Nolan from A Tree Grows In Brooklyn is only immortal in her fiction, and betsy smith, who is actually Fannie, will die.
So will I.
Can't really run from that any more than i can from mom.
HA

Former Person of the Day:
Ran into little Lattrell and his dad today as i finished skinny-dipping after my run. I was clothed but the poor father, who looked hardly younger than I, had six fishing youngsters around him. I know they must have been hell, but a little coaxing made them quite adorable in their little indignation.