I got my bus ticket. I know where I'm going to sleep at night. There are a few appointments on the calendar to meet and catch up with old friends.
I've scheduled most of my films, and I still have prepaid tickets left. Things are good.
Meanwhile, trying to stay in the moment, there is a marathon race going on here in The Fox Cities. Our street is part of the course. So early and often we have entrants coming down the road in their cone designated lane. It's interesting to see the different people and their choice of attire. We got the young adult lycra rainbow. Running amongst this array are the older guys in cutoffs There are ladies of a certain age trotting in a mixed costume of a swimsuit top and baggy seersucker pink stripe shorts.
I saw more than a couple of runners pushing a tricycle cart with a handicapped occupant. Flag bearers, cartoon characters, and animal imitators were running and often walking. Many were conversing with the runner next to them. Some were, almost sadly, running alone.
From my perspective, this was a hiatus from the cars that shortcut through our neighborhood at something in less of the speed of a 747 landing on a short runway. Short-lived, yes, but we are grateful none-the-less.
We are experiencing some of the best Fall Weather I can remember. This means we can work on our yard which begs us each and every day as a child without their afternoon snack to pay attention to their grief.
My fellow Toads and I have been playing a fair amount of, to the unsophisticated eye, would appear to be golf, though, in relaity, it is "A Good Walk Spoiled."
And there is my new mistress, my bike. She tempts me, most easily, to climb aboard and propel her about my neighborhood, This community which I clearly see and experience as I glide along it's mostly level streets at a brisk, nine miles per hour. The sun is bright. The breeze is light. My neighbors wave their greetings. These trees are too green for this time of year. They promise a late fall or a quick leaf fall.
I think I will name my bike Grace. I hope I never fall from her
From Camp Jeff, on the sunny shores of Lake Maria, this is Poppa Jeff bidding you Adios
I've scheduled most of my films, and I still have prepaid tickets left. Things are good.
Meanwhile, trying to stay in the moment, there is a marathon race going on here in The Fox Cities. Our street is part of the course. So early and often we have entrants coming down the road in their cone designated lane. It's interesting to see the different people and their choice of attire. We got the young adult lycra rainbow. Running amongst this array are the older guys in cutoffs There are ladies of a certain age trotting in a mixed costume of a swimsuit top and baggy seersucker pink stripe shorts.
I saw more than a couple of runners pushing a tricycle cart with a handicapped occupant. Flag bearers, cartoon characters, and animal imitators were running and often walking. Many were conversing with the runner next to them. Some were, almost sadly, running alone.
From my perspective, this was a hiatus from the cars that shortcut through our neighborhood at something in less of the speed of a 747 landing on a short runway. Short-lived, yes, but we are grateful none-the-less.
We are experiencing some of the best Fall Weather I can remember. This means we can work on our yard which begs us each and every day as a child without their afternoon snack to pay attention to their grief.
My fellow Toads and I have been playing a fair amount of, to the unsophisticated eye, would appear to be golf, though, in relaity, it is "A Good Walk Spoiled."
And there is my new mistress, my bike. She tempts me, most easily, to climb aboard and propel her about my neighborhood, This community which I clearly see and experience as I glide along it's mostly level streets at a brisk, nine miles per hour. The sun is bright. The breeze is light. My neighbors wave their greetings. These trees are too green for this time of year. They promise a late fall or a quick leaf fall.
I think I will name my bike Grace. I hope I never fall from her
From Camp Jeff, on the sunny shores of Lake Maria, this is Poppa Jeff bidding you Adios
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