September 05, 2004
Indian Summer
A couple of shirtless hours in the park yesterday left me with an embarrassingly lobstered back, but it was nice all the same. Hanging out enjoying the late flowering summer probably doesn't count as much to write home about, I know. If I'd been flying to the moon, or somesuch, that would be more worthy of discussion, but we have to work with the material at hand. Not even that, actually, since various events this weekend were too miserable to record; let us try to accentuate the positive.The sunshine was very welcome, especially at this point in the year, and a lot of people were there taking advantage. Naturally there was plenty of eye-candy. I read a bit and listened to music and watched the world go by; had a pleasant, if solitary, time.
Later, I did some pruning on the balcony. Later still, saw Hellboy, which was a bit of a dog. It was a hot night in the city, which is always good, but it wasn't a good night, all in all.
Today I was roused relatively early, by Sunday standards, to do an exercise class with Ian. After lunch I finally got it together to ride Carnesky's Ghost Train, which was entertaining but a little slight for a single-purpose outing. I recommend combining it with some other activity in the neighbourhood; in my case that took the form of a long and mostly-aimless walk around the city in, once again, the sun; properly blocked, this time. Another solitary episode.
I appear to be getting back in touch with my essential loneliness. Not that it ever really went away. I don't know whether this is good or bad, but it feels somehow appropriate -- right and proper -- deserved.
To wear around my neck
It's a pretty piece of jewellery
To show what I protect.
Tomorrow is forecast to be hotter and brighter. Of course, I shall spend nearly all of it indoors. On the plus side, swinging recommences.
Posted by matt at September 5, 2004 11:09 PM
