Wednesday, August 13, 2008
detritus
I am near the end of the semester. What more can be said about the lake path, about the regularity of working late and early and many hours in between?
I bike along the lake. I take a minute to watch the boat take in the junk that’s making our lakes so miserably green instead of blue.
Purchase photo 1958
On the way back home, I grab just the very last minutes of the other other market. So that I can collect flowers for my condo.
Nothing pushes me out of the routine. Is that a good thing?
I bike along the lake. I take a minute to watch the boat take in the junk that’s making our lakes so miserably green instead of blue.
Purchase photo 1958
On the way back home, I grab just the very last minutes of the other other market. So that I can collect flowers for my condo.
Nothing pushes me out of the routine. Is that a good thing?
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"what more can be said . . . "
ReplyDeleteI've been feeling that portion of thought.. but there's always more - just maybe not right away.
I took a pause. I think I'll find more to say in a while. Right now, I'm savoring the wind up of summer and startup of school-for my kids.. and just work for me. That's good enough for now.