Been another drizzly and overcast days here on the east coast of Canada. Happy Fathers day to all you dads out there. And Happy Solstice to all you pagans! The longest day of the year... Jeez. Now the days will start getting shorter again!
I went for a 75 minute walk early this afternoon and then came home and made pesto and a puttanesca sauce. Kinda counterintuitive, n'est-ce pas! Oh well... All this exercise is bound to have some effect! It better, in any case. Brad went out to his sister's place for a father's day barbecue. I decided to sit that get-together out, opting instead to continue cooking and later giong for another swim. So all told this weekend, I biked 21 km, went for a 75 minute walk, and swam twice for 30 minutes each time! Burn you gall-darn calories, burn!
Not looking forward to the full week of work ahead... Thankfully, it's faily slow, and I'm going to try to walk someat lunchtime this week too. If it isn't pouring rain, that is...
Have a good week all!
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For Once, then, Something (by Robert Frost)
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
My myself in the summer heaven, godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths—and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
My myself in the summer heaven, godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths—and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
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2 comments:
Even if you're not losing any weight, all the exercise allows you to eat what you want and not gain weight, which must be glorious. I wouldn't know from experience.
I guess that's true! I'm not gaining weight, but I really want to see those scales at lower numbers! :)
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