This morning’s dog mood: whatever this is.
These shoes went on a lot of adventures with me for a lot of years. I recently pulled them out of a box in the garage to take to the rock gym with my son and found that, wow, they do not fit any more! If my kiddo decides to keep climbing, it’s going to be time for a new pair.
Well, good afternoon, Afternoon Espresso!
Okay, Pen Friends, I have a second pen now.
Happy to wake up pleasantly sore after a challenging and hard workout yesterday. I’m still somewhat haunted by several shoulder injuries over the years, and wow it feels good to get stronger and feel confident again.
Good job, autocorrect, turning “I think” into “I have kink.” Really paying dividends from machine learning now!
Today’s dog mood: nope-ing right out of this May snowstorm.
Today’s coffee mood: a little love.
I see my arch conservative neighbor is featured in the paper as opposing the teacher walkout. Well of course he does; he’s the arch conservative neighbor, but the article doesn’t mention that, instead only empathizing with his frustration that “it’s political.”
Saturday breakfast! Out on the town early with the kiddo: Splatoon for him and journaling and the hash bowl for me to start our day. The coffee shop is playing Talking Heads and Velvet Underground this morning. 👍.
Just spattered fish sauce all over my Moleskine, how’s your morning?
Attn coffee friends: I have made myself another coffee.
Take that, April.
Morning on my street is good.
👍 Liked: About something interesting
“an api endpoint dice thing” by @eli. Super cool.
Today’s puppy mood: alert but relaxed.
Stop. TACO TIME.
Sunrise on the way to morning spin was pretty excellent.
Saw a ribbon of Milky Way above the house in the way to early spin ride this morning. Thumbs up on today, Galaxy.
A year after completing our kitchen remodel, there are two things that utterly delight me every single day: The touch-activated water faucet and the slide-out trash/recycle bin rack. 💫 Everything else is great; but these two small things are transformatively happy-making.
Pretty sure I can’t get out of the car and go into the office yet if this song just came up in the shuffle. It’s a bylaw?
John Prine is such a treasure. This is a sweet portrait to mark the release (finally) of his new album.
From “Go North, Young Woman,” by Sarah Gilman:
Mountain ranges, then more mountain ranges, and then the Spatsizi uncoiled below us like a rope thrown across the valley floor. Aprons of rust-colored scree descended from high ridges to oxbows that looped around pocket lakes. Our landing on one of them was so smooth that I barely registered touching down until I saw spray jetting past my window. Standing on the gravel beach next to a fresh pile of bear scat, we watched the floatplane rise again, drag its reflection into the trees, vanish. We were alone in the middle of nowhere, alone in the middle of everywhere. Then, we were in the water, swimming our first loaded canoe to the portage that would put us on the 135-mile stretch of river we’d waited so long to paddle. That night, as I climbed into my tent on our first beach camp, mayflies glittered in my headlamp beam like animate stars. They reminded me of the constellation of bruises on my shins. They pointed the way.
This is a wonderful piece of writing. It makes me dearly miss the friends I used to adventure with, and the time and places where we once went.
And STOP. Huevos time.
“Dad, can I stay up a little late if we go out and look at the stars together?”
Hoo this kid knows my buttons. 🌌