Why wait for the dust to settle? Here are 10 bullets from my end.
- For two weeks each year, those of us who have annual passes to the city’s indoor pool laps are shifted to the Olympic-size outdoor pool instead. At 50 meters, it’s more than twice as long, a length that can be intimidating. Just eight laps outside equals my 18 laps indoors – a half-mile routine. Already there’s a feeling in the air that summer’s over. Yes, most of the flowers have already gone by. Evenings are cool; nightfall, definitely earlier. But the water’s crisp, and it’s fun anticipating the contrails of a jetliner-a-minute headed in or out of Logan down in Boston – even before you get to the soaring eagles.
- Reviewing photos of our first years in our house, I find it painful to see how ugly the place was and how much progress we’ve made, still far short of our vision.
- What would I be doing if I weren’t blogging?
- In Genesis 3 (the second half of the Eden story), mankind loses its connection with (1) each other, (2) the earth, and (3) its God. One more dimension I’ve overlooked in my monograph!
- Scratched my arms picking crabapples along the street. They seem to be public property.
- A possible title, The Echo to Michigan, comes from overhearing, “We could take the Echo to Michigan.” Even that works better than “Toyoto Echo.”
- My oeuvre, written on the run, on the fly? Catch as catch can.
- I haven’t really retired but rather switched careers more fully to Quaker and writer. Though it seems there’s still not enough time for either.
- Sugar Shoes. (Wherever that came from. Wherever it goes.) Pump up the Prayer Flags.
- Just what kind of economic future are these kids facing?