Thursday, September 30, 2010
September 29, 2010
Wow, today I rose with the sun to take inventory of the balcony. Two bikes, two lawn chairs, one bike pump, one spare tube, one grill, a butter knife, a bag of recycling, a mystery bag, and a dozen or so potted plants. There's thyme, dill, parsley, rosemary, sage. We've got a flowerless eggplant, a moribund hanging tomato grower, and two pepper plants. One pepper plant is fruitless. The other has 14 pablanos on it.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
September 21, 2010
Today was a good day. You know what else was a good time? Myrtle Beach. We dined out, played putt-putt, and shopped. We did everything except go to the beach.
Sunday morning we drove over to the flea market. At the snowcone stand, I asked two scraggly kids what the best was? They said pina colada. I said give me two. Later I came back for the lime. They said you from around here? And I said no visiting folks over in Tidewater.
Then I came back for blue raspberry. They said did you hear about the plane crash? I said yeah I did. It slammed into a trailer in the trailer park. And three people died. Grandparents and their granddaughter.
Yeah said the taller scraggle with the scab on his nose. That was in the trailer next door. They're still finding arms and legs. Wow I said. Then I bought a cherry and tipped 2 dollars.
Sunday morning we drove over to the flea market. At the snowcone stand, I asked two scraggly kids what the best was? They said pina colada. I said give me two. Later I came back for the lime. They said you from around here? And I said no visiting folks over in Tidewater.
Then I came back for blue raspberry. They said did you hear about the plane crash? I said yeah I did. It slammed into a trailer in the trailer park. And three people died. Grandparents and their granddaughter.
Yeah said the taller scraggle with the scab on his nose. That was in the trailer next door. They're still finding arms and legs. Wow I said. Then I bought a cherry and tipped 2 dollars.
Friday, September 3, 2010
September 3, 2010
Some things you just can't ease back into. I know because I tried once.
It was the summer between 5th and 6th grade and baseball season was already over. I was spending all day indoors reading and watching a lot of tv. Drinking Sprite and eating Fruit Rollups. Certain things I had to catch on tv every day. In fact, I remember making a point to watch the evening news to see how many consecutive 90 degree plus days we'd had. Long story short, I was getting fat and lazy. And I was looking for excuses to stay that way.
One sunny day I decided to "exercise" and "get in shape." Not sure what that meant, I tried some short sprints up and down the driveway. Probably 25 yards give or take. Sadly, I couldn't cover the distance without getting winded.
Next, I took a jumprope out of the garage and gave that a shot. Though I was a particularly poor jumproper, for a hot minute I found a rhythm. I imagined being a boxer in training. The sweat was pouring.
Then my feet got knotted with the rope and I came to a clumsy stop. I was panting. I felt ill. C'mon, I told myself, you have barely begun. So I started again. This time I went for the infamous "double under" and the rope whipped my leg and I fell to the ground in exhaust and shame.
As I lay gasping, practically wheezing, in the drive I decided to never again be so slovenly. And it's turned out alright I guess.
It was the summer between 5th and 6th grade and baseball season was already over. I was spending all day indoors reading and watching a lot of tv. Drinking Sprite and eating Fruit Rollups. Certain things I had to catch on tv every day. In fact, I remember making a point to watch the evening news to see how many consecutive 90 degree plus days we'd had. Long story short, I was getting fat and lazy. And I was looking for excuses to stay that way.
One sunny day I decided to "exercise" and "get in shape." Not sure what that meant, I tried some short sprints up and down the driveway. Probably 25 yards give or take. Sadly, I couldn't cover the distance without getting winded.
Next, I took a jumprope out of the garage and gave that a shot. Though I was a particularly poor jumproper, for a hot minute I found a rhythm. I imagined being a boxer in training. The sweat was pouring.
Then my feet got knotted with the rope and I came to a clumsy stop. I was panting. I felt ill. C'mon, I told myself, you have barely begun. So I started again. This time I went for the infamous "double under" and the rope whipped my leg and I fell to the ground in exhaust and shame.
As I lay gasping, practically wheezing, in the drive I decided to never again be so slovenly. And it's turned out alright I guess.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
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