moving mud

Yesterday morning I saw a little brown spot on the carpet. I reached down to pick it up. The little brown spot turned out to be a tiny gecko. It skittered away under a divan. I still have a bruise on my left elbow caused by sliding on a wet bridge on my bicycle some weeks ago. My wife arrived home from Kansas City, with tales of good times with family and eclipse planning. I saw a huge Cooper's Hawk in Salmon Park in Sachse yesterday at Noon.  In the late afternoon/early evening after work, I walked in Shawnee Park. A German Shepherd off-leash gave me a quizzical look until his owner put him back on leash. His companion, a Lhasa Apso, came up and barked, until his owner and I assured him that he need not bark. We ate more of the blue potatoes I got in Oklahoma from a farm. They tasted great roasted.

We watched an episode of "Foyle's War" and enjoyed spending a quiet evening at home.

Breakfast: organic frosted flakes with skim milk
Lunch: fried chicken breast and leg, french fries and 1/4 biscuit
Dinner: salad, baked salmon and roasted blue potatoes

nightlight

The fountain in the middle of the pond flowed freely, with the light illuminating the mist. Later, when I walked, I heard a staccato clicking. The sound reminded me of a kind of typewriter with melody. As I came closer, I saw it was the pinging of water against a portion of the water sprinkler. Before that, I passed people standing in the dark, speaking about vacation. Big lakes like Lake MIchigan are nice, one said, because there are no waves.  I walked in the darkness and thought about eclipses.

Breakfast:  organic frosted flakes and skim milk
Lunch: broccoli, carrots, dill pickles and two slices of pepperoni pizza
Dinner: beef patty and pork loin on sliders, salad