So if the old adage all work and no play makes Ben a dull boy, does the opposite no work and all play make Ben a super cool fantastic dude?? Just curious…
Went for a stroll down by the river today. Lovely weather if a bit of a chill in the breeze. Was in no hurry, no need for Speed just wanted to get out and go.
Today’s graph as I didn’t take my bike to the park I had to huff it down and back up the wonderful little hill.
Same lake as the other day, just a different angle.
15k in an hour thirty five with the climby bit thrown in.
Cat pictures! What was I thinking it’s been too long!!
It’s difficult when you can only use selfie mode on your phone! But there she is, Queen of all she surveys HRH Koko.
I went back to the same poet from Tuesday, as I mentioned that I had never heard of her (I read a lot of poetry so it’s always a great surprise to find someone I have overlooked and who is just so dawned good at what she does!).
My dad & sardines
my dad’s going to give me a self
i’ve made an altar called
The Altar for Healing the Father & Child,
& asked him what i could do
for him so he would
do nice for me. he said i should stop
saying bad things about him &, since
i’ve said just about everything bad
i can think of &, since . . . well,
no, i change my
mind, i can’t promise
him that. but even healing is
negotiable, so, if he’s in
heaven (or trying
to get in), it wouldn’t hurt
to be in touch. the first thing i want is to be able to
enjoy the little things again—for example, to stop peeling
down the list of things i
have to do &
enjoy this poem, enjoy how, last night, scouring
the cupboards, i found a
can of sardines that
must be five
years old &, since i was home after a long
trip &, since it was 1 a.m. & i hadn’t eaten
dinner &, since there was no other
protein in the house,
i cranked it open & remembered that
my dad loved
sardines—right before bed—with
onions & mustard. i can’t get into
my dad’s old heart, but i remember that look
on his face when he would
load mustard on a saltine cracker, lay a little
fish on top, & tip it with a juicy slice
of onion. then he’d look up from his soiled
fingers with one eyebrow
raised, a rakish
grin that said—all
for me!—as if he was
Okie dokie folks enjoy the rest of your week, I have a mountain running date thing on Saturday. That should be awesome!!!