It's A Beautiful Day

....in the neighborhood. Or at least it was.

I nitially planned on writing this after I came back from my run. But the run bruised my body more than I expected. I was still proud of my shape, round as it might be. But once I walked through the door, my body seemed to respond with relief and released whatever fury it had held back. I felt like I lost five pounds in the shower, just by eliminating the grime that accumulated after running it unexpectedly humid weather. The Gatorade was finished in a matter of seconds.

Today was probably the best day that I have gone running. The sun wasn't too hot. Nothing was off base. At times I felt as if I was starring in my own Nike commercial, proud of my form. Oh but my fellow pedestrians were kind of annoying. This isn't even a big town so I thought people would be more friendly like they are in the town where I went to school. Even though they're racist, they still gave me a smile and a nod. These guys got out the way like I had the plague. Maybe the black guy running so hard, and seemingly with purpose set something off for them. You would think it was a real city.

But as I walked home after purchasing my replenishing liquids, I heard a child over my iPod. As I looked to my left there was a little girl who had spotted me far down the block and was saying hi. I initially was tempted to walk past. No need alarming mom about the random guy walking. But she kept saying it and looking at me. So I waved back and said hi. And she kept saying it. I waved again. And she said it again. This time I smiled and said bye and continued walking. A child shall lead them huh?

And kindness usually comes from the most unexpected places. Though the neighbors across the street are kind of eccentric, they've always been nice. Though aloof at times - like when he has full on conversatios with his bird - he has been considerate and generous. He alerted us to suspicious picture takers, signed for a package when we were all away, and even helped them move in a couch. But I guess lately he's been getting weird and his next door neighbor dropped off some material with Uno after she went snooping. Seems our buddy has some things on his record, most traffic violations and a little theft. His most regular friend is also a sex offender. But both of their crimes were either when they were adolescents or really young adults. If they really wanted to take stuff they could have done it already. And they've been nothing but nice.

So if you're looking for evidence that the human condition isn't completely helpless, I guess we need to look to children and ex-convicts more often

This Is An Emergency

Days off are great.

It's surprisingly warm outside. Here's the view from the Milk Street Mansion porch. A stray black dog just passed through our backyard. I was too lazy to go get a picture.

I spent like 30 minutes reading Wikipedia articles on SportsCenter anchors. It was interesting enough. Nothing worth mentioning though.

I did do some productive things. My room looks slightly less disaster like. I also made tentative plans to actually physically be in church this Sabbath asopposed to my usual internet visitation. Not much more though. It's nice to be chill not need to worry to much about things.

Peace Out

Return to life as usual.

The Experiment Continues

So I haven't slept all day. And recall that I was up at 8 in the morning. This isn't that peculiar but my friend I raipsed off to sleep at 3 or so. I guess I've worked on less sleep, but that was possibly adrenaline. Anyway on this lazy Friday I have actually accomplished something.

My room needed serious straightening up and I put loads of clean laundry away and made my closet look slightly more presentable. I really need to go through my wardrobe and weed out the unnecessary. I can't believe I've accumulated so much.

I also burned like 7 CDs for the suspiciously absent Absolute (I think that's my final nickname for my former co-worker with whom I was supposed to have lunch with today, I thought).

I spent some more time on the phone with Posh. We got into a whole (playful)argument about how she wants to name one of her sons after her father so that his name lives on. I told her there was no way a heterosexual black male who would be prominently involved in the child's life would not allow some piece of his last name to be part of his children's, especially his son. This took up some time. I at least got her to the point where she is open to suggestion and bargaining. What a hard head sometimes.

I did watch some Sportscenter and NFL Live and got in touch with my inner couch potato. I also watched an "Engaged & Underage" How Are They Now Wrap-Up Show. I found it interesting thtat they only profiled 4 couples. Was there not enough time? Were the others tired of being in front of the camera? Were they not doing well? Probably a combination of all three.

I ate.

I showered.

I resumed the prccess of making sure some of my errant music files were more accurate in their information.

I'm blogging.

I think a nap is in order.