When Pigs Can Fly

                                      

WHEN PIGS CAN FLY

     I saw a pig

Along the fence

Her shoes tied extra tight.

In jogging shorts of bright red plaid

My, was she a sight.

She headed to the school yard

Over yonder by the track.

She snorted at the children there

Then hunched her big pink back.

She slipped her shades upon her head

Front hoof upon her hip.

She stood and scratched her whiskered chin

Then bit her bottom lip.

She peered around the school yard track

Like measuring and thinking.

Looked back and forth and back again

Her beady eyes a twinkling.

She pulled her glasses to her snout

Dropped down and hunkered up

Looked left, then right, then down the track

Like she was warming up.

She took off slow

Then picked up speed

She soon became a blur.

Then off she went around the track

Swift as a big pink bird

She left the track

And flew around

Her curly tail a wagging

All four legs in perfect form

Just like a flying dragon.

People came from miles around 

Could not believe their eyes.

They’d never known a pig to fly

Or even exercise

Sammy Jones look heavenward

Then tugged his daddy’s tie

“May I have my pony now?

You said when pigs can fly.”

All in a day's work...

I'm opening my blog this morning to report that Julie is running her 9th Nike Half-marathon in San Francisco. What a difference a year makes. Last year she carried my grand baby with her. The year before that she wondered if she would ever HAVE a baby of her own. So this morning I'm sure she crawled out of bed, tip-toe into Isabella's room,  wiggled her finger across a sleeping baby cheek and whispered something like, "Okay, Baby Girl, I'll see you at the finish line. Wish me luck! I love you!"

I just checked the weather. It's 39 and foggy here; 59 and cloudy in San Francisco. Great weather for a half-marathon. Still tough for Julie. Said she didn't train. I know that feeling. I also know Julie. She'll get 'er done. She's a triathlete, has two marathons under her belt, is a charter Nike runner, plus several other half-marathons with Team in Training. Seeing Bobby and Isabella at the finish line will make it all worth while. Oh, and that Tiffany charm Nike awards to all finishers won't hurt. You go, Girl!

Stay tuned for updates on various writing projects:

Rain Walker
Denver
Avery's Tears
Mild Mannered Mr. Pinknee
Rebecca the Nutcase
Danny Goes to Dinner
When Pigs Can Fly


 I'll also catalogue my articles from Don't Lick the Butter Knife and Other Etiquette Tips and Customer Service Savvy. Oh, and I might throw in the occasional brag about my kids and grandkids now then.