The garbage is at the curb; dog is walked; coffee made. A quick check of the on-line NYTimes and an editorial catches my eye. Something about habeas corpus. Shepherds beware. If you are mistakenly swept up and sent to Gitmo, somebody else will be milking your goats for some time.The rest of the day includes running and a weight workout at my health club; getting materials prepared and sent to Bedford ("Bedfit") MA for a seminar next week; picking up a dog that I'm boarding for the next four days; having my hot water heater fixed; and receiving a therapeutic massage for my aching ass (search on "piriformis").
Looking out my my office window I see a gray winter sky, budded maples, and melting snow...a natural solution to the absence of even one snowplow into the neighborhood. Part of the front yard is grassy again, and this morning I saw reminders of slothful neighbors who didn't pick up after their dogs. While I'm on the topic, the snow melt in my backyard revealed a few surprises from my own golden retriever...but, it's my yard, o.k.?
The sun is breaking through the clouds. My next door neighbor just made her characteristic high-speed turn from the street into our shared driveway...one of those turns that causes the left front wheel to plunge into the asphalt. She's been deprived of this pleasure for a while due to ice and snow, and this morning's turn seemed a bit enthusiastic. At least her driving is accurate. Through the years she has managed to miss a wide range of pedestrian types, pets, garbage cans, recycle containers, mailboxes, and shrubery.
Looking out my my office window I see a gray winter sky, budded maples, and melting snow...a natural solution to the absence of even one snowplow into the neighborhood. Part of the front yard is grassy again, and this morning I saw reminders of slothful neighbors who didn't pick up after their dogs. While I'm on the topic, the snow melt in my backyard revealed a few surprises from my own golden retriever...but, it's my yard, o.k.?
The sun is breaking through the clouds. My next door neighbor just made her characteristic high-speed turn from the street into our shared driveway...one of those turns that causes the left front wheel to plunge into the asphalt. She's been deprived of this pleasure for a while due to ice and snow, and this morning's turn seemed a bit enthusiastic. At least her driving is accurate. Through the years she has managed to miss a wide range of pedestrian types, pets, garbage cans, recycle containers, mailboxes, and shrubery.
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I liked the actual view with the verbiage about what you see. Very nice.
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