Getting Older, Balder, Frailer, and More Like My Dad Every Day

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http://www.enterijermaximum.com/bf/74/opzioni-binarie-e-guadagno-automatico.html opzioni binarie e guadagno automatico But, back to my “taking it easy” situation…this afternoon I read about the rise of walking in Europe as a form of recreation. I guess before motorized transportation there wasn’t much motivation to take a stroll through a park. I guess, if you had to walk everywhere you went, it didn’t seem relaxing to walk more when you got home to rest. In fact, recreational walking was part of the impetus to increased development of public parks in which people could walk. This recreational walking was initially popularized in France, where it became popular to take a slow animal with you to set the pace. You were considered walking at a proper leisurely pace if you matched your walking pet. And, what do you think that pet was?  It was a turtle. Yes, a turtle. Lots of weathly French people walking around, demonstrating how relaxed they were trying to be by letting their pet turtle set the pace for their walk. I’m assuming the walks were no more than a block in length if they were going the speed of a turtle. And, if you got a snapping turtle, it could serve as your guard turtle too!

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http://cbsteel.net/bo/68/miglior-opzioni-binarie.html miglior opzioni binarie There are lots of people around us who are going through their own slowed-down season for one reason or another. It could be loss and grief, or physical pain, loneliness, fear, overwhelming financial concerns, anxiety or one of any number of things. Because of that experience, they’re sitting alongside the road, unwilling to engage anyone. They don’t know what to say or how to start the conversation or maybe they just can’t. We are rushing by them or being rushed by and miss the blessing of pausing to stop, listen, listen some more, speak slowly, feel and understand what they need to say. Does anyone care?  I do. I care about you. If you feel you’re being rushed by or ignored by the masses, let me know, email, send a text message. If you call, all I’ll do is listen since no words are coming out; and I may even doze off. Or if you’re typically rushing around like I am, maybe you should take some time to ask God to open your eyes to the moments when you should stop, sit down, ask a question and listen – really listen – to the answer. Not to solve all the world’s problems, but listen to demonstrate you care.

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http://www.hennecke.de/by/4/deutsche-broker-fr-binre-optionen.html deutsche broker für binäre optionen I know you’re wondering, what did the French call someone who walked in a relaxed manner with their pet turtle? They were called flaneur. Thank you Mary Alice Morrissey for making me learn this word 25 years ago in English class. And now you know something with which you can amaze your friends.

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Jeff

Posted: March 23, 2011 
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