Did I Mention that I Was An idiot?

         Last Saturday, on the spur of the moment, I went to the high school track and ran for the first time in a few years. My 62 year old knees are still hurting but the bathroom scale went down seven pounds in one day! It was 92 degrees and I was wearing my ever-present mock turtleneck under my tee shirt. I had no water available to me at all and had just finished a kraut and cheese hot dog as I pulled into the parking lot. Let's see, are there any other excuses I can use.  Oh yeah, I'm an idiot.  It was a good time just the same. This is the same track that I have run on for the last thirty years. I won't mention how far I ran but I'll give this clue; you can count the number of miles with the fingers on one hand and have enough fingers left to give the Boy Scout salute.
         I used to love running the track on the hottest days, so hot that steam was rising from the rubber. As I ran last Saturday I had one particular blessing in that as I looked off into the hills I meditated on the glories of Christ and the blessings he had given. The blessing came in remembrance, for that is what used to sustain me in my long runs many years ago.
         Well I had another enjoyable day this Saturday. I bought my large McDonald's coffee and started to drive. I'm one of the few people who actually likes getting lost. I prefer to consult the position of the sun over my GPS and just enjoy the new sights. Did I mention that I was an idiot? But the following was the real blessing of the day: I stopped in a local restaurant of the small town I was passing through. There was only one other customer there. A ten year old boy, I later found out was the son of the owner, came over to me and started up a conversation. He pulled out a simple diagram he was working on. It had the picture of a battery, wires connecting it to a relay and wires going on to an alarm. He was designing a "detector." Possibly, he added, it could be used on the front door of the restaurant? I asked him if he was going to go to college when he was older. His response was "No," that he wanted to be an electrical engineer...another Edison in the making maybe? The other gentleman brought up robots and the boy proceeded to describe the difference between gemenoids and mechanoids! I hope I have those terms right. And of course the maverick, or the renegade robot. This conversation made my day.