Cigar and Rain
From the Red Notebook
Cigar and rain. The cigar is old & harsh, despite my best efforts to keep it alive & young; it's dry. Pre-smoked, you see. Kasey's left-over. I picked out a more mild collection of tobaccos for her, hoping she'd be able to enjoy and finally finish one, but alas, she has not found the taste. Oh well, maybe in time.
The rain is sporadic, has been for three days now. Sat & Sun were gray days that threatened a few times to turn my dog walk into a Wet T-Shirt Contest. Sitting in my 13th floor living room, the sky-lined shore of downtown Norfolk not half a mile away suddenly disappears entirely in gray mist and round drops. Drops that bead amazingly on the brown edge of my balcony, all fat and impossibly independent and round, full of white bubbled light. I blow across them and they vibrate excitedly like tiny pets.
The dogs and I walked nearly two miles today in the heat and occasional breeze. We rested in my favorite curved park, always empty when we visit in our jobless existence, and they investigated all the plant life and traces of other animals, invisible to me. I sat on the large flat concrete portion of some sort of three-walled area and they took drinks of rain water collected in a discarded plastic monstrosity perhaps once belonging to a pond template or a kiddy-pool.
Maudie & Riley both initially resisted my half-energetic orders to get back on the leash and staged a protest by panting uninterestedly at me from prone postions in the shady grass. Feeling generous (and lazy) I decided to let them win this little battler, for a time.
But the pull of a waiting girlfriend in a cool apartment with clean water for the troops soon won out and I got them to submit to their color-coded leashes, tied them to my belt loops on either side, and headed on a route to some possible geocache locations, and then home.
- David
Reading about Henry David Thoreau has renewed my energy to write/journal. Wee!
Cigar and rain. The cigar is old & harsh, despite my best efforts to keep it alive & young; it's dry. Pre-smoked, you see. Kasey's left-over. I picked out a more mild collection of tobaccos for her, hoping she'd be able to enjoy and finally finish one, but alas, she has not found the taste. Oh well, maybe in time.
The rain is sporadic, has been for three days now. Sat & Sun were gray days that threatened a few times to turn my dog walk into a Wet T-Shirt Contest. Sitting in my 13th floor living room, the sky-lined shore of downtown Norfolk not half a mile away suddenly disappears entirely in gray mist and round drops. Drops that bead amazingly on the brown edge of my balcony, all fat and impossibly independent and round, full of white bubbled light. I blow across them and they vibrate excitedly like tiny pets.
The dogs and I walked nearly two miles today in the heat and occasional breeze. We rested in my favorite curved park, always empty when we visit in our jobless existence, and they investigated all the plant life and traces of other animals, invisible to me. I sat on the large flat concrete portion of some sort of three-walled area and they took drinks of rain water collected in a discarded plastic monstrosity perhaps once belonging to a pond template or a kiddy-pool.
Maudie & Riley both initially resisted my half-energetic orders to get back on the leash and staged a protest by panting uninterestedly at me from prone postions in the shady grass. Feeling generous (and lazy) I decided to let them win this little battler, for a time.
But the pull of a waiting girlfriend in a cool apartment with clean water for the troops soon won out and I got them to submit to their color-coded leashes, tied them to my belt loops on either side, and headed on a route to some possible geocache locations, and then home.
- David
Reading about Henry David Thoreau has renewed my energy to write/journal. Wee!
posted by BuddhaDave at
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You have a poetic way with words, Dave. Ever thought of becoming a writer? The pay is shit and you get no respect, but I thought you might be into that sort of thing.
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