I am headed out for a brisk walk in ten minutes. A brisk half hour walk, I promise you.
Then shall return and finish answering comments on yesterday’s Twitter eulogy.
I had no intention of writing a blog tonight. Like many other evenings. Nothing much to say. Yep, a handful of photos still wait impatiently in the docket, but not photos that are ready to jump out of their folder and into the blog. Calm, foggy photos await. Or photos of that gray cat belonging to my friend, Lyn–I think his name is “Al”–whom I harassed with the camera until his hair stood up on end. Otherwise, the photo folder is almost empty. Which means something exciting must happen soon to provide new photo material.
I don’t know what inner insistence determines that a Blog Shall Be Written, no matter the material or lack of material. Other people, when they lack material, shut up.
(I hesitate to use the words “shut up”. My mom told me that “Shut up” was like a swear word when I was growing up. It’s still hard to use that word in pleasant company.)
Perhaps some day I too will only post when something Must be Said.
In the meantime, this love of words and communication shall have its way.
These photos come to you live from downtown LA. That’s L’Anse, Michigan, folks. Before yoga class. Which means it must have been last Wednesday. Oh yes, it’s all coming back now.
I went into town early, early. Yoga is now at 8:30. I arrived in town at 7 a.m., just because. Stopped at the coffee shop and sipped hazelnut skim milk latte and hunkered over the computer for maybe an hour. Then went outside to a pink foggy dawn and attempted to capture it digitally.
Fog is so beautiful when you’re not driving in it, isn’t it?
And now it’s time for that aforementioned brisk walk. Up the road and back. Twenty minutes if I’m fast. Thirty minutes if someone stops to chat or a moose wanders by. Just kiddin’! A moose has never wandered by during a walk…yet…
(Postscript! Back from the walk–maybe ran a quarter mile. Could never dream of doing that before yoga lessons… It came quite clearly why I blog when there is nothing to say. Because it creates joy! I have been filled with joy after writing since the age nine. And it’s double joy when you create something from nothing. That’s why, folks! Joyfully yours in word and deed, Kathy.)