I walk in parks many mornings, almost every lunch hour and most evenings. This year we did not take a 3-day Memorial Day weekend because my work required my attention. My wife, meanwhile, received some good work news, after a bit of uncertainty.
At lunch today I walked in a shady woods in Breckinridge Park in Richardson. I liked the male and female Indigo Bunting I saw. But the most memorable thing was the spaniel. A spaniel--perhaps a Springer--had been let loose in the woods. The dog ran from tree to tree, chasing crows and squirrels. The dog found his life joyful. Perhaps he experienced too much joy--his owner came and re-leashed him.
I must work both days this weekend. It's part of my job that this happens sometimes. But tomorrow I will have the morning off. I hope to get out during the cool of the day.
I finished Spencer Ellsworth's "Shadow Sun Seven" and started "Falling Leaves" by Stefan Mohamed. I'm enjoying it so far.
I had a delightful call with my niece this week. She's a good egg. It's hard to believe that my two surviving eldest nephews are 24 and about-to-turn-25.
The news is full of people who should have listened to Fred Rogers a bit better. A radio piece about the local boy who won the national spelling bee used a brass rendition of "flight of the bumblebee" as an ending bumper.
from Dreamwidth, because two posts of the same text are twice as nice