I spent my sunday not being at the computer. I think this was a good choice; I’m arm-wrestling a lotta frustration and staring at a screen on which I’m unable to do anything useful makes it unquestionably worse. I managed to sleep unusually late, thanks to lovely chemicals; what was was that old DuPont quote? […]
I spent my sunday not being at the computer. I think this was a good choice; I’m arm-wrestling a lotta frustration and staring at a screen on which I’m unable to do anything useful makes it unquestionably worse.
I managed to sleep unusually late, thanks to lovely chemicals; what was was that old DuPont quote? Without Chemistry, Life Itself Would Be Impossible.. I woke just in time to make fine, strong coffee (Peets of course – there’s simply no better coffee the world over), and then tune in a football game.
Ok. So my team sucked. They basically conducted a clinic in how to suck. Big deal though, it beats that empty, mocking screen. Final score? I think it was about seven hundred to minus 5 or something. If we were not in negative numbers, we should have been. There goes my fantasy team stats for another week – can I have a mulligan on this week and start over?
It was one of those afternoons where it feels, for a day, like summer isn’t over. Hot, bright, clear, with the feeling that there’s not just a day, but an entire season before me. A life before me. Starting fresh.
I walked out and looked up and breathed in a summer smell, and wanted it not to end, ever. I wanted to walk and keep walking. I felt like if I could just follow the sun it would lead me to a place where summer never ended. But it’s not so simple as that and I can’t always simply make the choice and have it go as I dream.
So instead, I gathered up my children and spent several hours simply walking, exploring our neighborhood, with stops for lunch in a new italian deli, and for beverages in the odd little market that still scratches a living in town, somehow.
We walked until out feet hurt; Olivia’s outgrown another pair of boots. Like me at her age, shoes seems to shrink before our eyes.
We returned home, finally, to change shoes, drink and then we needed to feed Ruby’s obsession with goofy-golf.
We spent the rest of a sunny, dusty afternoon knocking small, brightly-colored balls about on ratty outdoor carpet; I entertained my children with snippets of old monty python routines. My hovercraft is FULL of EELS!
I’ll finish my day with a short workout, something I’m trying to get myself back to. I’d forgotten how much I need that, how much better I feel when my muscles have the vague ache of weightlifting. So I’ll do a short set of curls, some pushups, as many crunches as I can stand. Just the basics, though I need to be back at the gym, I need to get myself back to heavy leg-press sets and squats and bench. I’ve never felt better, in my adult life, than when I have a routine of heavy lifting.
And then, I think, a glass a scotch, and if my eyes will stay open, tonight’s RockStar INXS. This is the last week and I’ll miss it. Though I may not stay away that long.
Still though, I thought, as the sun was setting, I want to follow that sun. I want to be where summer never ends.
3 thoughts on “Summer Sunday”
Yes! Weights again. I’ve only been to the gym twice in the past four weeks.
That soreness is so fucking manly.
I know what follows the sun to where it never sets…but so do you.
Hell, Ray, I dunno if it’s manly, but I know it feels like I did myself some good!