There are five houses between our house and the church building. We have counted.
We walk to church.
The fact that we walk wouldn't be a surprise to those of you who knew us in California or Oxford. We biked to church 3 miles in California, and walked 2.25 miles in Oxford.
But five houses. It would take longer to walk from the parking lot than from our front door.
So anyway, as we were walking to church last Sunday, Jonathan asked why other people drove.
Tim mentioned that not everyone lives as close as we do (some live nearly two blocks away). Also, when people get older, sometimes it is difficult for them to walk.
Jonathan then looked at his dad, perplexed, and said, "but you are old, and you don't have any trouble walking."
Yup. Lucky geriatric Tim still has both his knees.
2 comments:
Funny. Makes me jealous.
We went to Matt's ward over Thanksgiving and it was 25 minutes away--we passed three other wardhouses on the way there. Someone's not thinking in the redistricting department. . .
E.
Growing up I lived two and a half blocks away from church. My mom always made us walk, and often older people would stop and give us rides as they drove past us. Sometimes, when she wasn't being "mean" she'd let us drive during the Winter.
Hope Tim's knees will hold up, so you can continue to walk :)
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