I started out in Sayre, Oklahoma and ended up in Tucumcari, New Mexico. About 240 miles or so. Pulled off a bunch of times to see things and talk. Today was absolutely a day for sharpening the saw. I don’t have a whole lot to say today. It was a good day though. I told Mom, back in Georgia, that I could see forever out here. I told her to wave and then I told her that I could see her waving. She chuckled at that.
Some pictures from today.
Near Groom, Texas. That’s a big cross.
In Texola. I had a pretty doggone good breakfast here one time. I bought mom a painting here of an Indian chief a couple of years ago.
Interstate 40 is to the left, and I was standing on Route 66 when I took this picture today. You can see far from here.
I sure enjoy this town. So much here has been kept looking like I think it must have looked during the heydays of Route 66.
I was on interstate 40 and glanced to my right and saw this young man on Route 66, heading west. He is crossing the entire country. It was a pleasure chatting with him for a few minutes. I asked if I could take this picture and put it on my blog and he answered yes.
He is 78 years old, and has been taking the same ride for 17 years. He rides to his sister’s house spends a couple of nights with her, turns around and goes home. The round trip is 800 miles. He chuckled and explained that the pain in the morning, getting out of bed, is getting tougher every year. I enjoy these encounters. There is lots of inspiration out here.
my decisions are adversely affected if I am frustrated. I become a whiner, a complainer, and I don’t like that outfit. It’s very normal, I think, to get tired of the slow pace of change, but it’s a necessary way things are done.
I must adapt, put on a new hat, so to speak and continue on. I don’t want to wear the hat of frustration anymore.
Slow and steady seems appropriate. I must develop that part of me.
It was great to attend my grandson’s soccer game today. The game was at the Cherokee County YMCA, near Canton, GA.
Spoke briefly with a long distance caregiver. No matter how your job pans out, if you’re a caregiver, it has tough parts to it.
I spent more time today on the phone, with the young man that does his best to make sure that children are fed.
2 miles on the Charity Miles application for the Alzheimer’s Association today.
I find myself worried about Nicholas Ashill. He is the young man that was hit while running across America. There have been no post on his Facebook page for a couple of days.
Been kind of a lazy day today, but tomorrow morning I will head towards Corinth Mississippi. I raise awareness concerning alzheimer’s disease. I have some work to do, because we don’t have a cure yet.
I never exercised much until I was 51 years old. I lost 118 pounds by watching what I ate, and doing light aerobics and light weights.
He grew up as a farmer near Douglas, Georgia. He was on a destroyer in the South Pacific during World War II. After the war we moved from South Georgia to Fort Pierce Florida. He went to work for the Coca-Cola Bottling Company, and that is where he learned his craft. We later moved to Jacksonville and Dad opened his own business. After retiring, dad moved back to South Georgia. He had a bout with prostate cancer and he died with Alzheimer’s disease. He was a great provider and an awesome dad.