Parent-teacher conferences at Park Hill H.S. Meeting with Marilyn’s teachers. She’s doing so well. Finding her groove as a student. I’m proud.
My cat, Venn the @#$%!, has taught himself to wake me up by leaping from the headboard onto my groin. I don’t enjoy this.
I’ve outsmarted him again though. I get up at 3:30am now.
This is him after explaining … the rest “Venn the @#$%!”
After almost 5 years, my 1st generation Apple Watch has lost the ability to record whether I have stood up and walked around during the last hour.
The tyrant has fallen.
I am free.
If you believe that freedom comes from physical constructs (guns, walls, etc.,) and you don’t work to create an internal, personal construct of freedom that releases your mind from fear, then you equate freedom firstly with violence instead of love and respect and you are always going to be afraid.
I ended a streak tonight. After 167 consecutive days of walking at least 5 kilometers (3.1 miles) outside, I was thwarted by ice on the pathway.
It was a good run. Some days I would do 6K, some days 10. … the rest “Streak.”
I started today strong with good food and a good friend and then I started feeling slower and weaker as the day went on. Like something got in my bones.
No symptoms just fatigue. So I did the only thing I really know how to do, which is move.
I headed out for my daily walk, but it’s already 8pm so it’s dark. I’m kind of slogging along listening to music.
Just as I’m walking around the pile of ‘decorative rubble’ that marks the halfway point at Parkville South H.S and Highway 9, Marvin Gaye sings,
“Don’t you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?”
You know how he does it. Damn.
It’s like having all the tired cells in your blood injected with honey.
Feeling better now.
4 hours of painting work at a friend’s house today felt good. More tomorrow. It eases my mind.
Late night walk. 5K of chilliness. Trying to counteract a giant but delicious burrito from Kmacho’s Restaurant & Cantina.
On my way to watch the Kansas Jayhawks play roundball against the West Virginia Mountaineers at Allen Fieldhouse in Lawrence, Kansas with the lady Joy Wickliffe Root of Olathe.
In a couple of my recent posts containing new year messages and greetings, I signed up myself up for humility and kindness in 2020.
First test of that commitment? Well that would be today.
War. Is it really so terrible?
There are thousands of birds in the tree stand across from my house this morning. The sound they make together is like water flowing in a brook. Above them a small flock of geese circles, looking for a place to … the rest “Aviators”
I’ve spent a lot of days and nights (most) by myself this last year. I think I generally handle the isolation pretty well. Tonight is tough. It makes you realize why being able to selectively turn off memories is such … the rest “Wishing everyone peace…”
Parkville, MO Post Office and Parkville Coffee for wandering about this morning.
Mr. Will Leathem has many friends and I am privileged to be one of them. A nice gathering of fine people tonight at the Parkville, Missouri American Legion for Pot Luck and caroling.
I have a table lamp with a valence in the Tiffany style. The colored glass pieces are lit by a pair of warm yellow bulbs. The lamp sits in the window of my front room.
I try to remember to … the rest “Invitation”
The Hammock Papers has Shinny.
Costco!! Milk and Chicken Pot Pies!
Found some nice gifts here today and saw some very nice people as well.
Unintended ketosis. Now my breath tastes like toner. Acetone doesn’t really go with any foods I like.