At Bread and Chocolate, home of the Arnold Palmer–half ice tea and half lemonade. I had creme cheese and bran muffin. If I stick to the salad (rather large, from Whole Foods), a protein drink, and a steak for dinner, I should be good. Hardly arduous.
Deep into a stretch, a meditation, a breath. In the midst of Dorothea and children at camp. What a gift.
Stell a and I walked down to the river at the end of Summit, and scrambled a bit down the limestone out crop. There were skullers massed on the rive at the foot of the Lake Street bridge. Perhaps a race.
Kudos to whoever left the plastic bowls for water for the dogs by the drinking fountain there. Very good thing.
Two and a half miles that walk.
200506250920 Last night, came home from work, cut the grass, watered the flowers, took Stella for a wolk, hung out with the neighbors across the street at Matt’s house–the flamingo was out. That is, I think, a sign to party. Kind of a frat thing.
Got caught up on my blogging last night and this morning. Last night, I took the laptop upstairs to my bedroom, moved the sewing machine off the desk and replaced it with the laptop. I can get wireless connectivity to the web, but can’t post. It’s like I don’t have enough juice.
200506212139 “Fairie, Fairie, come to our flower now at the midnight hour,” chanted the children in the yard on the other side of the lilacs. This is the Summer Solstice, and that sounds more of Midsummernight’s Eve, but hey, what other children are chanting about fairies? The children betray their Waldorf upbringing.
Third day sans family. I finished watching The Aviator last night. Off the charts for OCD. Well maybe not. Does put what I would think of as my obsessions and compulsions in perspective.
Raining. Y. Back. Overweight. Hungry. Oh well.
There articles about two St. Paul banks–Western Bank and Bremer Bank. Westernn is small and has been around in a tough neighborhood for one hundred years or so. Bremer Bank–all profits go to the Bremer Foundation.
Weight, up. Hmm. Back–okay. Sore. Tender. But functional. Some blue sky this morning, wet, just rained.
200506130725 At Gingko’s. My back is still seriously sore, but much better than Friday, when I could hardly walking. I took Stella for a middling-long walk yesterday, biked the bridges (Lake St. and Ford Parkway) and went to First Avenue for Spoon.
200506120815 Okay, that’s it. I can’t stand it anymore. I’ve been reading Dark Star Safari by Paul Theroux. It is the narrative of his recent travel through East Africa from Cairo to Capetown. So far, I’ve gotten to Kampala, Uganda, with him–about half way. Uganda is where he was stationed while in the Peace Corps in the mid- to late-sixties.