Hello and Welcome! Come on in and I’ll get you a large mug of a very strong Sumatra roast, a cuppa tea or other beverage. It is damp out there, but no longer rain. It’s also cool, though it doesn’t feel bad when put of the wind. I took a long walk on a windy, wet beach this morning (just took off my soaking socks) and it was a little more raw than when I was out back playing with the dogs earlier. And where am I that is wet and cool with empty windy beaches to explore? Some of you may recognize the photo at the top as coming from Cape Cod. Yes, that bat is by Edward Gorey, since I am close to the Edward Gorey House….
This is a week where a lot happened, but there is little to write about. Most of it was the same old routine. Work. Playing with the dogs. That type of stuff.
I have fallen out of my exercise routine – Every time I am sick, the first day I feel good I go out for a run. The next day my illness comes back two fold and stretches out another week. I decided to not run this time. You know what? The illness came back anyway, though not as bad. Monday night I began to feel bad again and I felt horrid on Tuesday. I had driven into the office and didn’t feel like leaving early, so I stuck it out. I felt a little better on Wednesday and better again on Thursday. But I will wait a few days to start exercising again… Continue reading →
Hello and Welcome! Come on in and I’ll get you a large mug of a strong French Roast, a cuppa tea or some other beverage. Actually, I’m a lot later than usual, and it is lunch time. So there are a wide variety of beverages available. It’s a beautiful day outside, if a little cool. September brought mid-fall with it! But still, the sun is shining and it is gorgeous. Maybe we can sit in the back yard as we chat. Oh yes, in case you were wondering and didn’t know my little key for photos, that stack of Beatles mugs up at the top means that I am still on Cape Cod.
This week is my typical end of summer vacation. Even before I bought the cottage down here, the last week of August (sometimes the first week of September) is always a week that I spend down here. And for almost a decade my parents have joined me down here. It’s a nice little end of summer get away, even if it is to a place i go all of the time.
Besides visiting with my parents, and things like that, I did some of the typical Cape Cod stuff. I spent some time on the kayak, walked on the beach, took long walks in the woods, played with the puppies, etc. I also relaxed, did a little bit of writing, talked to some people and stuff like that. So it’s been a nice week. Continue reading →
I’m going to make a lot of people quite angry with this post. If I don’t, I’ll go back to the drawing board and try again ;) (OK. maybe I won’t make anyone mad, but we’ll see)
A couple of weeks ago I went into a franchise of a large chain “sit-down”/mid-tier restaurant. The place wasn’t crowded, but it was far from empty. There were a few tables of 20-somethings, obviously friends out for a group dinner, but most tables were young families with the parents in their late-20s to mid-30s and their toddler kids. Most of the staff were in their late-teens to early-20s. In other words, discounting the young children, the vast majority of people were roughly in a 15-year age range from very late teens to early thirties.
I noticed the music almost as soon as I walked in. They were playing a song I hadn’t heard since I was a teen. After we sat down I continued to listen. The music was all mid-to-late 1970s mainstream rock and roll. There was no pop, no R&B, no funk and no disco. Nor were there any of the more fringe rock genre, like heavy metal, prog-rock (not even “prog-light”, like ELO or Styxx), no glam or anything experimental like Brian Eno. There was none of the emerging genres, such as punk and new wave. It was all safe, mainstream rock, what you’d hear on any “This City’s Home of Rock” radio stations back in the day. Continue reading →
I used to hike Mount Monadnock all of the time (Google it). After the first couple of times up I changed my route so that I would take long arcing hikes that would totally skip the summit. I would get close and there were always places to take in the view, but I saw no reason to go to the top.
On more than one occasion I had people ask me why I didn’t go all of the way to the top. If you don’t go to the summit, what’s the point? Where is the destination? I had people tell me they hated hiking without an objective.
To me hiking was the point, spending time outside communing with nature was the objective. It was the journey, not the destination that was important. Continue reading →
My footprints Trail behind me The first human To walk this land But I know In a few short hours They will be gone Erased from the sand This land I now call mine Is the newest in the world I watch it being born As each wave Travels a little less far across the sand But this is one of the oldest acts Our ancient world does know The moon bent waters Have ticked its strange time Since our satellite orb Graced earth with its glow The tide built and destroyed Before life was in the sea Today I walk this land This magic flat It created Just for me
“You’re finished Your job is done You’re old Wrinkled And discolored You perform no longer As efficiently As in your green youth The world will sweep you Hide you away Cursing the final chore And then forget you”
“Oh, I may be old But my work’s not done I was raised to the sky By my forebears And though I now fall I will be the nutrients To let my children rise My form will join The rich soil And through the tree In that soil I will once again Reach the sky”
You say Let’s go play But to your dismay I say Let’s save it For another day You ask again today Oh, but life gets away With the minutes of our lives we pay To keep our troubles at bay As we wait For another day There’s one thing I pray That when on my deathbed I lay I won’t regret waiting For another day