It’s been busy up here at CasaPal. I’ve got my board exam coming up at the end of the month, flu season is peaking late, and my writing energies have been directed toward helping get a millage passed. Entre nous, I have very little respect for people who vote “no” on school millages. They may have many different excuses, but what it always comes down to is selfish and callous disregard for their community. They are not good neighbors.
And it is a lovely community. PalKid’s class had an assignment to interview friends and family members about what they like about living here. Many of the papers cited the natural surroundings. We are just above the once-marshy flats northwest of the city, on gentle hills with wooded neighborhoods and uncountable lakes and ponds. The red-winged blackbird’s trill is our anthem. The black-capped chickadee is our morning wake-up call, the cardinal our impatient crooner, the blue jay a flute in the wind. An angry squirrel can fool you with its anxious twittering, but its no bird, and not so musical.
Right now, though, they’re pissing me off. I have a little migraine, probably something to do with my caffeine issues, so noises aren’t so nice. It has to go away before bedtime, since today is supposed to be a running day. I couldn’t talk myself out of bed early enough to fulfill my duty, so I’ll have to strap on the lights and head out late. My running petered out a bit due to some knee and sloth issues, but Monday I started a training plan for a 10K in October (of which, more later). And there’s a 5K on Sunday which I may, maybe, possibly do.
Being outside is good for your health. I especially like the way it affects PalKid: she sees me enjoying the outdoors, enjoying exercise, and it sinks in. She whines a little less about scrapes and bruises. Still not a fan of bugs, though.
So, back to the (e)books for me, and then to the road. Happy almost-Friday, friends.