Daybreak Walk @ Cove Island Park. Time Series. 49° F. 3:54, 5:03 & 6:07 am. Mother’s Day, May 12, 2024. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. For more pictures of this morning’s walk, go here.
Sunday Morning
Category: Inspire
Walking. With Ellie.
Good morning from Connecticut. Today, makes it 1,467 consecutive (almost) days on this daybreak morning walk at Cove Island Park. Like in a Row.
We were primed for another rant following last week’s diatribe: “Ladies Give Me Your Best Shot.” All the targeted Ladies (aka Sawsan) went scurrying back to her Den (with her Broom). Her replacement, while not an total embarrassment, is on her way to earning that merit badge shortly.
So, there’s one Lady left standing. I asked Susan if I can share more specifics about her OCD, that being her neuroses with light switches at the top and bottom of the stairs. Wally and I got a hostile reaction, and decided that this was a red line not to be tested.
I walk, wandering, ruminating. What shall we blog about today? Is it…
- How I gained 10 lbs in 10 days? (Cake!)
- How my insomnia has progressively deteriorated during the same period? (Cake?)
- Why my Doctored-ordered Glucose test (a pre-diabetic alert) reported an alarming upward trend? (Cake?)
I walk.
I noodle these issues (and others), feeling the weight of their drag.
Continue reading “Walking. With Ellie.”Guess.What.Day.It.Is?
Caleb is courting the ladies. Much watch T.V.
Notes:
- Thank you Kiki for sharing the video.
- Post Title: Background on Caleb/Wednesday/Hump Day Posts and Geico’s original commercial: Let’s Hit it Again.
A quiet song that I love…
A quiet song that I love, and a loud song that I love: In college, I developed a steady rotation of quiet songs that didn’t distract me while I was studying. Artists such as Tycho and Washed Out were some of my favorites.Recently, I’ve been into Floating Points, the moniker for Samuel Shepherd, a British electronic-music producer. I could recommend his Late Night Tales album or Elaenia, but the one that stands out most to me is his collaborative album, Promises, featuring the saxophonist Pharoah Sanders and the London Symphony Orchestra. It’s a gorgeous, layered work that’s best listened to all the way through—but if you’re pressed for time, “Movement 6” is an exceptional track.
— Kevin Townsend, The Culture Survey (The Atlantic, May 4, 2024)
(Music starts at 0:40 seconds)
(Like this track, listen to Movement 6 here.)
Monday Morning Wake-Up Call
Helen Czerski, “Inside the Dramatic Dance of Raindrops. From drizzles to deluges, a chaotic atmospheric choreography determines the size and shape of precipitation.” (Wall Street Journal, May 2, 2024)
Spring showers can arrive with a vengeance. I was sitting in a parked car a few days ago when a light pitter-patter began on the windshield, and less than a minute later huge raindrops were smacking into the glass, creating a deafening noise and making me extremely grateful I wasn’t outside. But the droplets were falling too fast for me to really see what they were up to before they hit. That seemed like a huge shame because a rainstorm is its own kind of dance party, one with dramatic but chaotic choreography.
Rain starts as water vapor high in the sky; the individual water molecules float free of one another, mixed in with the other gases that make up the atmosphere. When the conditions are right, they condense to join a liquid water droplet or freeze solid onto an ice crystal. At the start, these solid or liquid particles are very small and just drift along with the air currents. But as they grow in mass, they start to fall. Lots of raindrops start off as ice crystals and melt as they fall into warmer air. Once all the droplets are liquid and falling, the dance really gets going.
Live & Learn 