And I have been too busy living my life to write about it, which is a happy circumstance.
Usually in the Fall of the year I find myself busy with:
- family activities (√)
- deadline work (√)
- yard work (√)
- reading (√)
- some miscellaneous time-consuming recreational activity (√)
Back in August I purchased a couple of bicycles – one for me and one for my wife. Mine is a low-end Trek Navigator I and my wife’s bike is an Electra Townie with step-through frame. I’ve had more fun cycling than I’ve had kayaking simply because I can cycle from my driveway whereas I’ve got to load up gear and rack the boat then drive someplace to paddle. Pedal. Paddle. Odd how similar the sounds. A couple of Sundays I’ve pedaled to worship service – not a long distance, but it feels like a longer way because I’ve got a destination in mind when I set out, as opposed to monkeying around riding through the neighborhoods hereabouts.
Last Saturday, I plug-aerated my lawn after mowing and overseeded with rye-grass for winter. If the weatherman ever calls for rain again in these parts, I’ll spread some granulated fertilizer on the lawn. But I’ll try to get my overlaps right to avoid the striping I achieved back in the Spring.
Saturday evening my mom came over to the house and as a family we burned hotdogs and marshmallows over a cheap ceramic “fire-pit” I picked up last year. We ate dinner in the rebuilt sunroom at the back of the house.
These sorts of activities have taken precedence over writing about them and, although I continue to develop insight and understanding about the order of the universe around me and in which I find myself embedded, there’s just not a lot of time or energy left over to present that material here.