Within the usual, a dose of the unusual.
Misty morning. Cold. Faintly sunny for once.
Later in the morning: so bright! You still think November is a drag?
I have a rather different midday Sunday: a lunch with colleagues. By the lake.
It's unusual for me to eat lunch and with colleagues and on Sunday. But, today has the unusual up and down its face and so here I am. What, can't see me or us? Well, I have long assumed that colleagues don't like random photos and so I keep my camera tucked away. But I can always photograph myself. And when there's a mirror, I get tempted!
After, I work, despite the gloriousness of the day. Here, look how golden the farmhouse looks -- from out front (a view I rarely photograph).
In the late afternoon, which surely these days feels like early evening, I suggest we do something hugely energetic. Like bike full speed to the tennis courts, play a hefty game there and then bike like crazy back home.
We do it, but I offer several comments on this: first, my "bike like crazy" is like Ed's "pedal and yawn." So the only one who panted was me.
Then, at the hidden tennis courts, we came across a group of young people at one of the courts. They have a rubber ball, the size of a basketball and they use both hands or feet to help it across the net. Incredible fun. Where were these people when I was that age?
Ed and I play a good tennis game, considering my abilities (or lack thereof). Solid. I'm proud of solid.
And we bike home. I work some more and we eat a quiet supper alone. My daughter has a Sunday working dinner. No, nothing about this day follows a pattern.
Darkness comes early. That at least is very November-like. The shadowy month, promising nothing at all, except a colder season ahead of us.
Misty morning. Cold. Faintly sunny for once.
Later in the morning: so bright! You still think November is a drag?
I have a rather different midday Sunday: a lunch with colleagues. By the lake.
It's unusual for me to eat lunch and with colleagues and on Sunday. But, today has the unusual up and down its face and so here I am. What, can't see me or us? Well, I have long assumed that colleagues don't like random photos and so I keep my camera tucked away. But I can always photograph myself. And when there's a mirror, I get tempted!
After, I work, despite the gloriousness of the day. Here, look how golden the farmhouse looks -- from out front (a view I rarely photograph).
In the late afternoon, which surely these days feels like early evening, I suggest we do something hugely energetic. Like bike full speed to the tennis courts, play a hefty game there and then bike like crazy back home.
We do it, but I offer several comments on this: first, my "bike like crazy" is like Ed's "pedal and yawn." So the only one who panted was me.
Then, at the hidden tennis courts, we came across a group of young people at one of the courts. They have a rubber ball, the size of a basketball and they use both hands or feet to help it across the net. Incredible fun. Where were these people when I was that age?
Ed and I play a good tennis game, considering my abilities (or lack thereof). Solid. I'm proud of solid.
And we bike home. I work some more and we eat a quiet supper alone. My daughter has a Sunday working dinner. No, nothing about this day follows a pattern.
Darkness comes early. That at least is very November-like. The shadowy month, promising nothing at all, except a colder season ahead of us.
