Running is out, entertaining and reading are in — for a few weeks anyway

Real life photo of the locusts in the middle east right now (Pic from the NY Times article, Uriel Sinai/Getty Images)

Real life photo of the locusts in the middle east right now (Pic from the NY Times article, Uriel Sinai/Getty Images)

Oh no. Disaster has struck. Frogs have invaded the streets of Boquete.  The sky is falling. Flies are swarming. Locusts are in Egypt and Israel. (Really — there are locusts in Egypt right now, of almost Biblical proportions, say some. http://www.nytimes.com/2013/03/07/world/middleeast/swarms-of-locusts-cross-into-israel-from-egypt.html?_r=0  Indicative of the pending end of the world, naturally.)

My problem? Not the plagues of Egypt. Nope, my problem is that I have to stop running for three weeks. It’s my self prescribed solution to anything that seems to be becoming more than just a nagging ache or pain. (Inside of my left knee, not good, I know.) And for someone trying desperately to get a decade PR before the end of the year — this hiatus could be death to that goal, which is a horrible thought

So, I will think about other things instead. For instance, Mark and I braved the weather last night to invite 2 of our friends over, along with their extended family of 4 who are here for the summer, for a total of 6 for dinner in our ranchito, 100 steps away from our house. It was a great evening getting to know some folks new to Boquete. (It’s unfortunate that my lasagna was too watery – I was a little too free with the sauce during the layering process. )

Number one so far, in my book

Number one so far, in my book

And of course, there’s my reading list:  5 of Time’s top 100 down, 95 to go! (And my reviews are done too, on Goodreads.) I am going to be honest and admit that the only 2 I’ve been really enjoyed with are the Lion, Witch, and the Wardrobe, and Raymond Chandler’s The Big Sleep. Which goes to show just how lowbrow I am, I guess. But, I’m fine with that.   🙂 I’m going to be tackling White Noise this week, which is borderline sci-fi, my least favorite genre. To help myself get through it, I am promising myself a good mystery to read when I’m done, maybe something by PD James or Ruth Rendell. Not on the list, I know, but perhaps they should be!

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