I s tarted running again yesterday. Got in a nice and even four-miler. Start back swimming this week, too, I think. That must be why I’m thinking about a second dinner late in the evening as I listen to the journalists in the next room put their paper to bed for the week.
Since a second dinner would just look tacky, I’ll settle on this sticker that I saw yesterday. I suppose its a necessary thing. The jig is up for three-foot-tall Frankensteins looking to knock off a Whataburger:
I want to go dressed as every other burger place I can think of, just to make the statement that they are inferior to Whataburger, which is open 24 hours a day, the closest one being only about 20 minutes away.
But, no. Stay strong. Stay hungry.
Here’s a quick shot I took this weekend:
For as long as I can remember I’ve been enamored with the idea of finding a field with nothing on the horizon and one terrific, full tree in the foreground. It would just be field and sky and my tree, straight out of a basic artistic composition class. I haven’t found it yet. Every now and again the singular hay bale is a reasonable stand in.
One last extra thing. This house looks old. I think it is the humble brick line and the classic porch and the nice architecture.
It is a 21st century home. Clever design, no?
