10/11/2015: From the “painting myself into a corner” department, I’m thinking bedtime and I still have half a book to read for review by tomorrow morning.
10/12/2015: The degree to which the kindness I showed my body today — early AM yoga, then hiking in the afternoon in excess of 7+ miles — was exceeded only by the degree to which I punished it with shitty food choices.
10/13/2015: These past two evenings have been so gloriously lit and beautiful that all I want to do is stand outside in awe.
10/14/2015: I’ve done pretty well lately in my efforts to keep my Canon and long lens near to hand . . . except for this morning, of course, at the river, where perched in a snag right along the trail were two bald eagles, one mature, the other juvenile.
10/15/2015: Tonight Julia and I watched the old Paul Newman hockey film Slapshot — which I had fond memories of but Julia had never seen — and I was rather disturbed by the time capsule-like look at the era’s overwhelming misogyny, racism, and homophobia.
10/16/2015: Early on a crisp, bright, fall morning, three deer pause before bounding across the shallow river, tails waving like parley flags, only to disappear utterly into the brush opposite.
10/17/2015: Sometimes Saturdays I spend solo are long and lonely, as today was, and it makes it all the more critical to develop a style of living that makes a “weekend” an obsolete concept, the activities of which traditionally happen only then occurring spontaneously no matter the span of days of the week.