7.16 move  

walking the gravel path consistently, you notice that the fields are different every day. this morning was purpler than yesterday and a bit taller... but not as tall as it would be after some rain, which we lack. the redwing blackbird was missing this morning, and we found fewer dog tracks and a lot less deer poop, though the one dark sinuous pile we found was magificent.

if i had a camera i'd take pictures of all this for you.

the back field is gorgeous and must have been planned, a little yellow here, lots of purple there. a couple raggedy old brown things and some of those phallic yellow spikes. three or four kinds of grass. i especialy like those short ones that flower like horse's manes. if it wasn't so pretty i'd imagine i was walking through one of those really bad paintings they sell at the malls.

dom had to point out that i had a bug on my head, some kind of fly. apparently a freshly shaven head lacks some sensing apparatus. at least it wasn't a tick. last night watering the garden i had to flee from a very aggressive fly.

so we are walking in the morning and in the evening (dom walks while i pretend to run). two-a-days. but in the evening we've been sticking to the track. it's easier to measure distances and pace self there.

what accounts for this explosion of physical activity? i had a stress test last thursday. and aside from some pvcs during the cool-down period everything was fine... so they said, but i haven't yet heard the official report. at any rate, i'm just tired of sitting around getting blobbier and blobbier by the day. so we walk. so i jog it around for awhile.

like this evening we decided not to do the track but to try the trail again. only this time i would jog it, and we did the circle twice. then i said to dom, you know how there are these little inclines on this trail? yeah, says he. well they don't seem so little when yr jogging. they be mountains. but you should see how the western sun shines off the top of this purple stretch.

in between the trail today and yesterday, i sit and read. finished wuthering heights and am rewarding self with a good ya title, Postcards from No Man's Land by Aidan Chambers. Soon it'll be Ender's Game... we'll see how that holds up on a second reading... the first a couple years ago was great.

feast of our lady of mount carmel.

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There is no such thing as perpetual tranquillity of mind while we live here; because life itself is but motion, and can never be without desire, nor without fear, no more than without sense.

Thomas Hobbes

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