One-Sentence Journal, Week Twenty-Nine

Missed last week on account of writing deadlines, so here are two weeks worth. . . .

  1. 04/08/2014:  Beautiful sun and 70° today in Missoula, a perfect evening for getting out on the river trail downtown and reacquainting myself with how out of shape I’ve gotten over the winter.
  2. 04/09/2014:  Didn’t quite match the number of miles afoot that I did yesterday, but did meet my goal and time outside is never time misspent.
  3. 04/10/2014:  The big dog went to the vet today to have his teeth worked on, the poor old bastard, but a few hours later (and a handful of c-notes) he seems much improved.
  4. 04/11/2014:  Yes, I do believe I shall indeed go see Captain America: The Winter Soldier, for a third time.
  5. 04/12/2014:  At the close of an afternoon of bright sun and activity, little smells better than a dark rain cloud blowing in on a breeze through an open window.
  6. 04/13/2014:  No band practice today, and I’m finding the head full of enthusiasm that I carried around December-through-February to have about evaporated in the arid clime of, “So what are we really going to be able to do next?”
  7. 04/14/2014:  Reading downtown tonight by Gwen Florio, whose new mystery, Dakota, is set in the Bakken in North Dakota, a place and idea I find fascinating.
  8. 04/15/2014:  Julia turned 50 today, and she was almost inconsolable with tears when she saw all the folks who turned out at Flipper’s to wish her well, not the least of whom was her friend Caitlin, who had come all the way from Massachusetts.
  9. 04/16/2014:  Chasing around Missoula after a couple of blue-hairs was an exhausting — but surprisingly entertaining — undertaking, despite the food coma I went to bed with.
  10. 04/17/2014:  I paid the price today for all the shenanigans of the past couple days, existing in a fog that was only navigable by the knowledge I have tomorrow off.
  11. 04/18/2014:  A steady rain is drumming on my roof tonight as I write, the house otherwise dark and quiet, and I like it.
  12. 04/19/2014:  It felt good to get my legs stretched out on one of the multitude of trails that comprise the Crazy Canyon system in Missoula, and I am reminded just how truly fortunate I am to be able to live here.
  13. 04/20/2014:  Easter Sunday, more sun, laziness, and a multitude of noisy geese flying by waves outside my open window.
  14. 04/21/2014:  Flew out of Missoula today on my 200th trip for my current employer, bound for Detroit Rock City, where I had lunch in Mexicantown, a mere half mile from the bridge that crosses into Canada.


Author: Chris

Chris La Tray is a writer, a walker, and a photographer. He is an enrolled member of the Little Shell Tribe of Chippewa Indians and lives in Missoula, MT.

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