Random Wednesday Bits
We have seriously fat squirrels here. I don’t know why, though I am suspecting they ran away and stole all the acorns from the east coast squirrels, and that is why those poor guys starved. Either that or it’s because I throw so much bread and popcorn and stale pretzels to them, though I swear the crows get the best of that booty, to be honest.
Burgie’s America’s Cup roasted whole bean coffee is pretty much my perfect cuppa right now. It’s a local blend, so unless you live near Ames or arrange shipping and handling with me, you’re just going to have to pine.
I have not done my exercises yet today, and I never got on the bike yesterday. I will correct both later, but I will confess that I am tempted to be seduced by the fact that I actually feel fairly good right now and skip it. But I won’t. Swear.
No, I really will do them. I don’t want to hurt anymore. Still, the temptation is there, and I feel better for confessing.
I am feeling bad because I have not been calling people I should be calling and thanking people or commenting where I should be commenting or replying, and basically I have all these things to say but am not. I am also not finishing Mary’s sock or my grandmother’s hat and I think I have to give up on the baby booties and hat.
I really want to read Band Fags!, which I own–it’s sitting by my beside–and I want to watch TV and movies and other things, and yet, clearly I don’t, because I’m not. I’m just writing. Writing, writing, writing.
I worry that I am trying to escape the unwanted by not submitting anything, which I swore I wouldn’t do, and yet I can’t help thinking how I’d thought in December that I should take a break and get out a great lump of STB in the winter when the weather matched the first act, and somehow magically that is exactly what I’m doing, and it’s going fantastically well.
I have been tempted several times to post snippets of STB on here, in public and everything, no filter, and then I don’t.
Leo Kottke is magic.
And that’s what I’ve got here today.