The other side of the morning?
When I am strolling about, trudging, or striding purposefully towards specific destinations, I tend not to pay attention to my own feet. I like observing the minutiae of nature, as well as the foibles of human behavior.
But twice this week, I’ve happened upon a penny, face up. Supposed to be good luck. I can’t wait.
Wednesday night, just as I was riding herd on the horoscopes, trying to corral the stray electrons in the wide-world-web thing, I noticed a sudden stillness. I looked outside, and deep fog blanketed the environment. Lovely stuff, but it brings a dripping, moist sense, and that stillness was from all vehicular traffic, grinding to a halt.
That, and the phone became disconnected. Don’t know how that happened.
So Thursday morning was bright. Cheery, even, with a cool, clear sky.
And I had to be on the phone – stuck inside. At least the readings were challenging.
I did take a break and go for a quick dash to the post office. Which led to the first Egg Nog Latte of the season, and booking up the remainder of the weekend – with paying work.
Suitably fortified, I peeled out of my shirt, and cruised alongside the swollen river. Lots of rain, lots of moisture means that the water is running fast and deep, spilling over the accepted boundaries for the shoreline. Standing waves? I was noting where I cold see standing waves, trying to imagine the underwater structures, looking for those fish, for next spring. Earlier, the carp had been roiling in the debris, and I was tempted to pull out the catfish pole, and try foor one of those big nasty fellers. Couldn’t do it, though, not this time.
Looking at the standing waves, though, that got me thinking, wasn’t there a band called the Standing Waves?
Did a lecture. Or a workshop. Or taught a class, I’m not sure which one, and the class was engaging and actually quite fun.
Unrelated:
Do Not Call registry?
