Songs I Used to know

SOMEONE, just a few days ago, asked how much preparation was done before getting up on stage to play a song or three or four? Found, the evening after the question was asked, is this small piece of evidence from the archives. What it is, as any good coffeehouse musicologist could tell
you, is a big cheatsheet-playlist-songchart from about 1968.

Yes.

Kum by yah is on there.

Run of Bad Luck

As I write this I am supposed to be finishing a 15K that I didn't get to start. I didn't get to start it because A) I left the apartment a little late but mostly B) the A train didn't show up for fifteen minutes and then was a local (meaning it stops at every station) and C) when we got to 125th Street, we didn't move for another twenty minutes meaning that by the time it got to 72nd Street, which is where I was going to get off to run to the race start, the race had already been started for about twenty minutes. So

I went into the park/
I took these two pictures.
and I got back on the train (which by the way SAILED it's way North without incident.




Look !!! It's Spring.
I'm going to go run this afternoon. Right now I need breakfast and a nap.

There is something exciting, magical, wondrous about a sudden Spring snow, especially since I have been counting the minutes until the new season arrives.

My plan for today was to go to the park about noon and run the Big Loop (six miles) and pick up my number for Sunday's race. I haven't changed the plan, but I am going to have to get my tights back down from the top shelf of the closet where I triumphantly and prematurely placed them last Sunday.

And where are my gloves?

Joe(Never jump ahead of Nature)

The Littlest Commuter

This one insisted on being put down on the floor and then showed her stuff by correctly grasping on the pole just like any other rushhour commuter.

Parents, new parents especially, should know that their children will imitate any action they see, good or bad.

Joe(emphasis on any.)Nation

Faces in the Window #2

2:10PM
"I'm near 90" he said.
His skin was the same color and texture as saltworn canvas.
"That will be a great birthday." I said.
"No." he murmured. "Tomorrow I go to Arlington to bury my twin."
"Oh," I said, just oh.
"That's in Washington. Arlington.
"Yes." I said, just yes.
"No one knows, no one knows what, I, no one knows how I... ."
"Yes." I said, just yes.

Vise Thing

The Uphill Run

Finally, a day to run without being wrapped in four shirts and a jacket! I put on two shirts and my big, thick sweatshirt, headed out the door, made one lap around the block and went back inside to take that sweatshirt back to the apartment.

Too Hot!

I ran down the hill to the bottom of Ft. Tryon Park.

Bright sunshine, clear paths and no wind!

It was just me and some guy with a little dog enjoying the beautiful day.

I dog-trotted along, listening to the last chapters of my audiobook and stopping to take a picture or three or four.

All uphills, around the big turn and up some more hills to the top (which is why I never complain about hills during races)

This is one of my favorite rambles.

I spent about a hour and a half (Including taking picture times)moving along and listening to the crows complain about the hawk hovering about us all. My Garmin said 6.1 miles but it felt a lot shorter

Jar III

Delicious. The cabbage sprouts add just the right crunchy tang to the chicken and tomatoes.

Jar ll

The crop is about ready to be harvested . First, a day or so in the window to get some sunshine to make things greener.

The Gardener Returns

I had forgotten how much fun it was to be a farmer, um, gardener.

Wait.

Farming implies actual ride-able machines, so maybe not farming.

Gardening, vegetable gardening is the growing of food.

I am growing my own food. Okay, some of my own food. Okay! Okay! I'm just sprouting seeds, but it's like gardening only without the scraping around in the earthy muck.

Sprouter just doesn't have the same pop as Gardener.

Ah.

A customer came in the other day and asked if anyone knew how to sprout cabbage seeds.

I knew. Back in my hippie days I sprouted wheat, mung beans, alfalfa and cabbage. yum.

I showed him the Mason jars and the food-grade cheese cloth and gave him a two minute recital on rinsing and waiting. (Most seeds will sprout in about three days after soaking in water the first night and getting a rinse twice a day after that, but it's the setting in the window to get some sunshine that makes almost any sprout extra tasty.)Anyway, he shows back up three days later with a big smile and a thanks and a bag of organic cabbage seed for me.

I've already grown a batch and, not only do they punch up a salad, but it is also such a satisfying experience.

Joe(photos=== that will be dull as mud=== to follow)Nation