good to get outside the past two days. and yesterday it came in the line of duty. we did the walkathon over on the seminary grounds. twice around the lake... six miles altogether... which i did not walk.

i was a checkpoint stamper... which had its intense moments - as when a hundred kids simultaneously descend on the table to have their paper stamped - but mostly i sat or stood... breathed deeply in the cool morning air... chatted with my checkpoint partners... and watched as smaller groups strolled forth... all of us happy to be here...

yes... i could have walked it... but this moment finds me in spectacularly bad shape... six miles would have done me... or some small part of me... in. an old guy's got to work up to this kind of thing... so i decided to begin that work today.

this morning i rearranged my sleeping quarters with an eye towards providing the cat with closer access to the window... she is not impressed. but i like the change. well, that gave me a start, so i decided to clean out my box closet and repack it with boxes that have been messing up the room next door... for the past four years. i guess this means i'm finally moved in. then i went for a walk... over on the trail.

the field is still old winter but there are tiny signs that spring's up next. the libertyville park people have been through and cut out some of the old growth, but they left (what i assume are) their old blue plastic insect collection devices scattered all over. still... there are some views...

it was a beautiful day... and i walked the route once - a bit under three miles - at a good pace... the solitude was broken only a few times by one older woman walking, then a boy with his dog, and finally a running man. over on our baseball field we were hammering marist 13 to 4, and then, missing the nail a bit, 13 to 8.

out to dinner with dom... i ate too much cheeseless pizza... it was good. i need to balance my eating/exercise ratio.

i haven't yet accomplished all necessary things. my car is still a mess... and that pile of paper on my desk is groaning toward my soul.. still... i hope yr day was as good as mine.

milestone: i noticed last night that finish your phrase, my exercise in irrational language, has been linked over at in a dark time under "blogs i visit regularly." i'm honored... but a bit mystified... that anyone would get enough out of this stuff that they'd want to go back to it... over and over again... i don't think this is false modesty... just an honest reaction... and yet... i'm pleased.

finally: the other day the mail brought the latest copy of the resurrected oxford american... THE MUSIC ISSUE... with a generous and crafty cd anthology... an annual treat sorely missed last year during their reorganization... run right out and look for this magazine at yr finest local literary shop... maybe they'll even have THE MUSIC ISSUE...

go on... go get it... right now... i'll wait...

Of all ebriosity, who does not prefer to be intoxicated by the air he breathes?

Henry David Thoreau

 

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