Monthly Archives: April 2011

The 2011 MS Walk in Reston, VA Is History

Me at the Finish line

MSWalk/Reston (Virginia) was on Sunday, April 10, 2011.  The morning was cool; but it didn’t deter the some-1,000 registered walkers.

My husband Matt and I arrived about 1 hour after start time (there were staggered starts), hoping that the weather would warm up a bit.  No such luck.  It stayed in the low 50’s (F) the whole time.

The Pavilion was crowded with people.  The “Teams” were assembling and getting rousing send-offs by volunteers.  (Those volunteers also cheered and “high-fived” everyone as they crossed the Finish line.)

We set off from the Reston Town Center Pavilion at about 9:30 a.m. Most of the walk was on the walking/bike  paths in Reston.  It was a side of Reston I never see from the busy streets and shopping areas.

It took us a little over an hour to complete the walk; but the stats I have are a bit skewed because I didn’t pause my phone application when we stopped for water half-way through.  So it might be closer to just under an hour.

After completing the walk we partook in the free brats & chips provided by Clydes.  Mmmmm. (Yeah, they also had hamburgers &  hotdogs; but when there’s brats around the Choice Is Clear.)

I’ve posted some pictures and a post-walk video to Flickr.  Have a look.

I’d really like to thank those of my family and friends who made a pledge on my behalf to the National Multiple Sclerosis Society.  You generous donations go to moving us closer to a world without MS.

I’d also like to thank my husband Matt for walking with me.  There were a ton of people at the Starting line, but I didn’t know any of them.  So I was glad to have Matt to keep me company (and on pace).

I think I’ll do it again next year.  Care to form a team?

So, How Is Grace Settling In?

We adopted a kitty from the Shelter about 6 weeks ago.  And her name is Grace. And Grace is doing just fine, thank you.

When I wrote my previous post about her, she was still pretty much confined to a smallish room off the rec room downstairs.  She spent a lot of time in one of those multi-level cat “condos.”  Here she is in her debut film.

But now, WOW! She’s got the run of the house (except for the basement and my office), and she’s lovin’ every minute of it!

 

We’ve settled into a routine:

  1. Up early for 1st feeding at about 6 a.m.;
  2. A little play while Matt and I are downstairs drinking our morning coffee;
  3. Grace retires to the window-side chair to sleep & watch the birds and squirrels;
  4. Repeat steps 2 & 3 until the dinnertime feeding;
  5. Eat the rest of the  second 3-oz. can of food for dinner;
  6. Repeat steps 2 & 3 till Matt & I go to bed for the night.
  7. Do it all again the next day.

Grace has a couple of play-related quirks that I find odd, but endearing.

  • Let’s play fetch! Soon after she arrived in our home I bought a card of 6 or 7 plastic balls with bells in them.  They were an instant hit. We throw them; she brings them back.  Lather. Rinse. Repeat.  I never heard of a cat playing fetch, before; but Grace does.  (Except when she loses interest. She’s a cat, after all; and she’ll play when she’s ready. Sometimes it’ll be the wrong color; she’ll play with the yellow one this time than-you-very-much.)
  • A binky? She has a “binky”? She “discovered” a thick rubber band one day.  I could stop there & not say anything else, and cat owners would probably smile knowingly.  Yes, cats are fascinated with circular objects.  Suffice it to say that she has gotten h-o-u-r-s of play from that simple “toy.”  She pounces on it. She shoves in under the rug & then plays at getting it out.  And oh yes; why am I not surprised that she wants to play “fetch” with it.  Why do I call it her “binky”? She will walk all around the house with it hanging out of her mouth. It reminds me of a small child with their “binky” blanket that goes everywhere with them.

Grace is settling in quite nicely.  She’s beginning to have us wrapped around her little paws.  It’s tough to know sometimes just who’s in charge here.

I think I’ll keep her.