Monthly

Seems about every month now I get the urge for writing and come back to this here blog to put things down that probably no one else ever reads. I've had ideas (the yawn project), aspirations (NaBloPoMo), and rambling dumps.
And yesterday I had a great idea and was thinking "I should definitely write about that."

And now it's gone. Even the extra hour of sleep/daylight wasn't enough to save that idea from the deep swamp of my brain that swallows inspirations and good intentions.

But today is sunny, and I'm meeting a good friend for coffee, and I'll make it to the gym if I can and work out a bit on the elliptical machine.

Here's two things to leave you with: Once, when I was driving down one of the main East/West streets in my city I saw some kids coming out of an alley. It was summer, and they were wearing bathing suits and had towels and were soaked through. I knew there wasn't a pool nearby, and couldn't think for the life of me where they'd be coming from and how they'd gotten all swimming wet. As I passed the alley I decided to take a peek and see what I could. There amid a small group waiting their turns was the face of a child, hair slicked back, ears sticking out, big toothy Alfred E. Newman grin, but I couldn't see the child's body because it was submerged in one of those industrial buckets you see in restaurants or on construction sites. No fire hydrant available, not able to make it the 10 or more blocks to one of the city's many public pools, someone had found a way for these kids to beat the summer heat. That scene makes me smile every time I think about it.

And now for something completely different, a photo of graves I got while at one of the oldest cemeteries in Massachusetts.