white rabbit revisited......

ok, so i we have made no definitive plans for our journey north to the funeral....so i will catch y'all up to speed on everything else........like the rest of the white rabbit story........everybody i related this tale expressed frank disappointment that i failed to stop the car and watch til some sort of closure was reached.........in fact....there was actual disagreement on whether i witnessed the scene in lawrenceburg....or harrodsburg.......when my spouse related the story on his usual thursday morning run.....our friend mark insisted that he has a friend in harrodsburg who fit that exact description.....white rabbit/oldhome/highheels......and inquired if i was the one who was mistaken on the location.......and later on the same run the story was retold by mark to joni and sarah......and they agreed....that i must have meant to place my tale in harrodsburg............as if there are 2 women who chase white rabbits in heels in central ky.........rather than just the one......omg.......speaking of chasing.....this morning was the annual jackson run....for the non-danville runners who might read this blog...this is a run that has been hosted 21+ years between the homes of two m.d. brothers who live about 3 miles apart on the same back country road........postponed to october from may by mack's death.......it was such a sad affair.......i walked the 3+ miles between elmer's house and mack's place......along with several other women...including the widow of the man whose memorial scholarship my middle child recived at graduation........got that?......she was in town because centre dedicated their rennovated athletic building to her late father-in-law......or some portion of it.......also in attendence was madame goodwin.....who inquired after both of my sons....and was thrilled to learn that the eldest son had enjoyed his yeats trip to ireland and that the middle child was reading the song of roland.....en francais.......she had just returned from a 5 day elderhostel/backpacking rim to rim in the grand canyon......where she hiked with a couple of 80 year-olds who had ridden their bikes cross country...and then back again after retirement.....omg........my spouse actually won the event.....because our physician ran astry of the marked course......and as elmer had read clearly the follwoing disclaimer before the run began.....the course is clearly marked and if you should get lost than you do not deserve to win.........and though ernst tried to do the right thing by giving his loaf of the bread (the traditional prize....) to rick.....elmer wasn't having it.......and he repeated the pre-run warning about being so stupid as to get lost.......and then elmer read a meditation that mack had written for the sunday morning group in 2001 .....it was all he could do to read it....and there was not a dry eye in mack's front yard......a piece about starting lines....and long stretches....and finishing lines.....and about doing your best in that long stretch........