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Yesterday, after Meeting for Worship, i continued to the recycling station in Sunnyvale's baylands. I knew the Bay Trail went close by there and decided i would get in a walk in the full sun of midday. The walk was pleasant although the landscape surreal. The soundscape was filled with the splashing of the water treatment fountains, the hum of a radar facility, and the melodic calls of sparrows and redwing blackbirds. Pedestrians, cyclists, rangers, and water treatment workers all out on the roads between the ponds. Broken asphalt plowed into piles with sings noting to keep the bay clean and not litter. Waterfowl filled the ponds that signs indicated had hidden treacherous currents and were not safe for drinking or washing. Two Canadian geese paraded their four goslings in the water along side the trail. Black coots rushed away from the trail with their frantic take-off water-walking splashing the emerald green water up behind them, before giving up and sailing away from me.
Riding home a bit after one, i began listening to An Excellent Mystery (11 in Chronicles of Brother Cadfael). I didn't stop listening until the story was done in the evening. While my mind was preoccupied with the hot late autumn of Shrovesbury in during the Anarchy, my body lived out "clean all the things" with breaks for crochet, ice cream, and nachos. I rather think i slipped up in the meal department yesterday. Breakfast was a slice of cheese and my last three corn flour biscuits, lunch was nuts and fruit juice, dinner must have been the nachos, and then there was plenty of ice cream. No binging, thought, and while the ice cream was sweet i never felt the sugar rush. Vacuuming, some scrubbing, much laundry, sheets changed: all ready to welcome Christine home.
I found myself a little confused by the seasons after the mystery ended. It's not been hot and sweltering summer weather, has it? No, it's spring! But the sunny noon time walk took me by sere vegetation: herbicide, i'm sure, but the sense was of summer dry plants. That, plus the long narrative certainly transported me to another season. I left the office window open overnight and froze this morning!
Riding home a bit after one, i began listening to An Excellent Mystery (11 in Chronicles of Brother Cadfael). I didn't stop listening until the story was done in the evening. While my mind was preoccupied with the hot late autumn of Shrovesbury in during the Anarchy, my body lived out "clean all the things" with breaks for crochet, ice cream, and nachos. I rather think i slipped up in the meal department yesterday. Breakfast was a slice of cheese and my last three corn flour biscuits, lunch was nuts and fruit juice, dinner must have been the nachos, and then there was plenty of ice cream. No binging, thought, and while the ice cream was sweet i never felt the sugar rush. Vacuuming, some scrubbing, much laundry, sheets changed: all ready to welcome Christine home.
I found myself a little confused by the seasons after the mystery ended. It's not been hot and sweltering summer weather, has it? No, it's spring! But the sunny noon time walk took me by sere vegetation: herbicide, i'm sure, but the sense was of summer dry plants. That, plus the long narrative certainly transported me to another season. I left the office window open overnight and froze this morning!