miracles and robins
After work I saw robins--dozens and dozens, alighting on a tree, perched in the waning afternoon blue-sky crispness.
A group of women played on the playground equipment in Heritage Park. An Eritrean-American woman on the radio spoke about hiking the Appalachian Trail.
I read 30 pages of "The Patch". The birder expression for binoculars--"bins"--seems unduly prosaic.
I daydream about the desert.
Work is full of challenges, which I enjoy.
Breakfast: Kix cereal and skim milk. Lunch: three soft chicken tacos. Dinner: a chicken breast, a bit of whole-wheat rotini and a salad. Dessert: angel food cake with Miracle Whip and strawberries.
I'm watching an episode of the BBC series "Vera" and thinking about mysteries.
A group of women played on the playground equipment in Heritage Park. An Eritrean-American woman on the radio spoke about hiking the Appalachian Trail.
I read 30 pages of "The Patch". The birder expression for binoculars--"bins"--seems unduly prosaic.
I daydream about the desert.
Work is full of challenges, which I enjoy.
Breakfast: Kix cereal and skim milk. Lunch: three soft chicken tacos. Dinner: a chicken breast, a bit of whole-wheat rotini and a salad. Dessert: angel food cake with Miracle Whip and strawberries.
I'm watching an episode of the BBC series "Vera" and thinking about mysteries.
