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21
Dec 17

You can here reflect on substance

I’m the sort of guy that sees reflections and tries to figure them out. And that’s why I found myself standing in an alley across the street from the office today, waving my hand around like a big goof, trying to interrupt the light that was hitting this wall:

Sometimes you just have to know where the bounce is coming from. Only, this time, I could not find it. The neighboring building was too close to throw light from the roof, the angle was all wrong. There was nothing directly opposite on the wall, obviously, and no trash can lids or aquarium bowls or anything else in the alley that corresponded to this shape, either. This does nothing to dampen my curiosity.

Think on that: We aren’t always aware of the light being cast upon us, or on what we’re sharing with others.

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7
Dec 17

Weather update

No need for an app. No reason to check the remote thermostat that is downloading conditions from The Cloud. Don’t worry about finding The Weather Channel on your local TV system. I can tell you all you need to know.

When the cat gets under a blanket, or allows you to wrap her up and make an Allie Burrito, you know it is cold:

Well then …

Me and the moon tonight, on a solo 5K run.

Though, really, it might have been 6 p.m. by then. Who can say this time of year?

I told The Yankee to run without me because my schedule is weird and if she waits for me she’s going to be running at night and that’s not her favorite thing to do. So she can running earlier some days and I can run later in the evenings. One interesting thing about that, I figured, is that I could try to do some different things.

So I decided I’d try to work down below an arbitrary 5K time goal. Pick a round number and sneak in a run just under it. Big sprints at the end count, after all. This would take a few days or a couple of weeks, I figured. And then I did it on the first attempt. I got in a great last mile.

Which means I have to come up with another time goal. And, friends, the followup goals are always more difficult than the initial ones.

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23
Nov 17

Happy Thanksgiving

From us to you, have a safe and happy Thanksgiving weekend.

My uncle and aunt are hosting the big meal in their new house. We’ll spend the next few days bouncing around among the family.

Catch up with you next week. Don’t save any cranberry sauce on my account.

The beautiful trouble of autumn, Part X

I always start thinking about the paradoxes of autumn — the beauty, the foreshadowing, the pause before bad weather, the vain attempt to keep and hold and show it off — when the first leaves turn. And it is an arboricultural certainty in our part of the world that the first tree to have the great big sigh from green to yellow or red is a maple.

So it is nice to see one stubborn maple out there hanging on this late in the game:

But the tree knows, the trees have been singing about it to us for sometime. That last branch is about to pick up the tune as well. It is only a matter of time.

The last one of these tomorrow, he said. “Thank goodness,” came the reply.