Fondness for boy-child, fondness for doing things, fondness for the results of doing things, and a desire to illustrate for boy-child that anything is possible, if we put our minds, hearts and energy into things...
That sentence, above, is ALL over the map, and filled with all sorts of good things, and is an introduction to my next several things.
Boy-child, who is almost 15, and who is a lovely little lump of stuffing (in my humble opinion), is taking a health class, and this class, and several other things have prompted boy child to make some important life decisions for me (yes, for me).
(2) Boy-child, being a very active and rambunctious young man, is a member of the Board of Directors for The ReCyclery, a non-profit organization geared toward increasing bike use, and says that he wants me to ride a bike, instead of hopping in a car. He says that he wants me to bike just a little bit, every day, until I'm as in love with biking as he is, and primarily use my bike for things. Geez, he's smart! Bike. Every day!
(3) He also says that he's worried about my health, and that he thinks my hands are chubby, and he doesn't want me to develop type 2 diabetes. Okay. After a momentary (sigh) reflection on the reality of this, I'm not shy to admit that he's right. No more chubby fingers.
It's a really good thing I live with such a smart person, and that he cares enough to share his concerns and encouragement. I may be biased, but I sort of love him.
Boy-child for President, 2020!
85 down, 915 Coke-free days to go.