New series: how I work out

Every morning, I jog up my own personal mountain on this handy trail.  I usually listen to something by Oasis, or maybe U2 if I am not feeling especially suicidal.

The morning walk, part 2: hope restored and the non-linearity of human interactions

Even though I awoke in a reasonably happy frame of mind, despite having a mild cold, I found my mood quickly deteriorating as I read through my morning emails.  Among other things, there was: a supplier sending a bill of lading to me instead of our logistics person;  another vendor sending something Next Day Air EARLY AM Delivery, instead of just regular next-day service (which cost us an additional 200 plus dollars. 

So after walking Hunter to the bus stop, I continued on my morning walk with Mikey (our golden retriever), feeling in my heart the harsh jolt of adrenaline compounds that is the usual companion to most shittiness in life.

About halfway through our walk, I heard a repeated tapping noise.  I turned toward the source of it and saw a little boy standing in the window of his house.  He waved at us, and I waved back.  Pretty miraculous how that little gesture improved my mood.  I decided that the person who made the error with the shipping should be cut some slack.  Because a little boy waved at someone walking by his house, someone else doesn't get an angry phone call. 

The morning walk, part 1: crisis averted

While walking the dog, I noticed a small earthworm trying to cross the sidewalk.  The dog's right rear paw came down dangerously close, but fortunately missed the defenseless creature who would have been no match for my golden retriever's nails.

Consciousness

It occurred to me the other night that one of the major drawbacks to having a mind is that I have to listen to the thoughts.

Watched pots

I don't know if you can tell from the picture or not, but there is definitely something happening in the kettle. There is a circle spinning counter-clockwise, and every so often a few beans float up to join it.

International Desk Day

I decree that today is International Take A Picture of Your Desk Day.

Path to nowhere

While waiting for Pilar at the chiropractor's office, I decided to go for a walk. Since I didn't know when she would be ready for me, I took the nearest side street, so my peregrination wouldn't take me a distance that would take too much time on the return leg.

Having decided this, however, I discovered a dirt trail at the end if the culdesac I had just walked down. The path went up a little ridge behind the self-storage place. When I got up on the ridge, I discovered a hidden wetlands. I soon spotted a flock of ducks of a species I had never seen before. In the distance across a pond was a small island on which rested a solitary white chair. 

I continued walking along this trail and finding other little ponds and islands. I thought there might be a way to that little chair, and if there was, it would be a good place to sit and wait for Pilar. Perhaps when she called me, I could direct her down the street to to the little trail, and once she came down it, I could wave to her from my white chair across the pond.

As it turned out, she called me before I had a chance to find the little chair. But it was an interesting phone call nonetheless.

Pilar: Where are you?
Me:  In a wetland.

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