Another 16

Another sixteen miles on the bike yesterday. This time, my sister and I rode around the marina and along the bay. Oxygenated air, salt spray, dogs bumbling in the surf, ground squirrels zipping among the rocks, and seagulls calling overhead--as the sun reflects off the pavement, and the stiff-necked sea lavender bends in the wind.

Everything old is new again.

Photo future

Are all photos inherently of the past? Or is it possible to take a photo that doesn't look backward, at a moment that is gone once the shutter is snapped?

16 miles

Yesterday my sister and her husband introduced me to their favorite exercise, bike riding. We rode sixteen miles around a reservoir near their house. Over gently rolling hills, beneath oak trees, and past vineyards, I huffed and puffed--and squealed when we zoomed down a slope. All in all, I enjoyed it.

Sore but happy

I've started exercising regularly again. For the past seven months, I've done nothing for my body. Last week, I returned to the gym.

Endorphins! EndorFun!

(Gack. I just read BH's post for today. Strange and unsettling synchronicity. Now I have to resist feeling like a cad for taking delight in exercise.)

Fruit-harvesting etiquette

Strawberries, plums, peaches: the ones that won't respond to a polite tug aren't ready yet.

Apples, oranges, lemons: no need to be polite.

Plum time

Sweet and juicy. Just reach up, tug gently, and they come fat and ripe into your hand.

Lesson 8

Perspective requires distance.