Scrubbed!
The Utah air, that is. It’s clean. I can’t see it, smell it, or — best of all — taste it anymore.
Twenty-one days of smog, red-alert, and no-burn days: BE GONE!
The snow has been falling for four hours. The storm ranks about a 2 on the 1 to 10 scale for winter drama, but that’s OK. It’s falling steadily and we’ll take what we can get.
Just got back from a run. Roads, sidewalks are like glass. That forced me to plod along slowly. I don’t know how long I was gone; didn’t care. When I was much younger, I used to keep track of time on the road. Now I just listen to my tunes and breathe. Time slips by fast enough anyway; why count it when you’re flying down the pavement on your own power?
Tunes on today’s running list:
Elvis Costello/Burt Bacharach: “In the Darkest Place,” “Toledo,” “This House is Empty Now,” “God Give Me Strength”
The soundtrack of “Garden State”
Nirvana: “Heart-Shaped Box”
The Decemberists: “Sixteen Military Wives,” “Red Right Ankle”
February 1st, 2007 at 1:27 pm
…………..Good stuff,but I prefer Kinky Friedman`s ballad “Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in bed”. Seems to offend some feminists. Cheers, RB
February 2nd, 2007 at 10:23 am
I’m glad the air is cleaning out. You know, brisk walking is an option that can prevent injuries but, of course, this comes from a 68-year old.
I love my Ipod. Current audio book is “The God Delusion” by Dawkins and top on my listening list is anything by Russian opera star Anna Netrebko. She has a new album of Russian pieces out.
And there is always Johnny Cash for a change in mood. I love classical country music, that is anything before 1980.