The eighth untitled track from the album (). Back from a trip to the grocery store. Rolled oats supply was getting threateningly low, so I grabbed the handy ten-kilo family-sized sack, plus some fixings for a Thai curry for tomorrow. The place was humming and thrumming with pre-holiday shopping. Sunshine was screaming down upon us all. The muzak was playing “Africa” by Toto, a song I believe I have now heard enough in this lifetime. The woman ahead of me in the checkout line admired the healthfulness of the food I was buying, as well as the fact that I was riding a bike. And you know, I felt good and feel good about that. I can’t imagine how much less good I would feel about my life if I didn’t have the freedom to do things that waste time and generally detract from efficiency. People in cars? Don’t get me started.
And then I zoomed back, backpack laden with oats and vegetables. Hung the clothes out on the line. Had a teleconference. Listened to some early early Bee Gees. Dumped some photos from the camera, including some very spectacular (if I do say so myself) shots from the community garden: bee balm, berries, beans, and giant hogweed (Heracleum mantegazzianum).
And so I may have picked up some more work. Something about a conference to be organized. Details to emerge as needed.
Another day, another evening, another meeting. Will I go?
