I wrote a blog post about my experience reading The Wayfinder: A Novel by Adam Johnson 📚
I know I’ve mentioned it before, but if you need to know how to need a hug, give a hug, accept a hug, or make a hug count, watch Ted Lasso Season 1 (and all the episodes that follow). There are so many hugs throughout the show, and when you watch them, you will want a hug tonight.🍿
Somehow, never mentioned to @amerpie that the day I met him for lunch in Fayetteville, NC, I drove past a truck hauling a live camel. Just one detail on a good day. Grateful to @manton for building Micro.blog, which connected me to Lou.
Started this on Christmas day, and last night finished reading: The Wayfinder: A Novel by Adam Johnson 📚
Always surprising, at first, to hear the first squawk of a young owl in the forest, then a comforting sound to know another generation is growing up. Speaking of which, a certain son of mine turns 16 tomorrow.
Nice way to start this morning, with a cup of coffee and the latest Tabula Rasa short essays by John McPhee in the New Yorker. (I see that the editors have done away with The Mail section.)
Skipped pick-up soccer this morning as I have much to accomplish today in advance of an all-day team retreat tomorrow and four performance reviews to give this week. It’s been raining for last 12 hours, so I took early walk through woods in search of turtles, though none in sight.
When I need to be in the moment, I rewatch The Bear S2E7, Forks. I love it when Richie is singing to Taylor’s Love Story as he speeds through the late-night Chicago streets. (Was at wedding recently and that song had the younger folks so happy.) 🍿
Fabulous day. Started at the dentist for a cleaning, then met a dear colleague for our occasional coffee chat, then drove to Fayetteville to meet @amerpie@social.lol for lunch (delicious Colombian chicken soup), and now just out of my coaching session with yet another reminder to breathe and be in now.
In my morning meditation yesterday, as the room lightened, I found myself looking at the allium flowers and thinking about a favorite movie, Arrival, and I heard the universe speaking to me.
I played so well in Wednesday night’s pick-up soccer game that I was reminded about my skills and strengths not just on the pitch but also at work, and yesterday I showed up in my suit, did what I do best, felt confident and good, strengthened relationships and made new connections. #goal #goals
Drove son to school early. Sat in sauna. Now on porch with coffee and Seth’s The Dip. Sunshine. Birds. Hospital helicopter. Spring.
This incident at Carrboro High School was quite upsetting today.
Last night, on my way to Raleigh for music, I saw a bald eagle fly over the highway toward Jordan Lake.
Drove to Raleigh tonight to catch a show at Kings: first Dust, Aussies and very loud, and then Belair Lip Bombs, also Aussies snf not as loud but still loud. In between their sets I went downstairs to Neptune to listen to some youngters. That place smelled like teen spirit.
My turn for grocery shopping. I went to the larger Harris Teeter store down the road from Chapel Hill in Chatham County. In a habit of 25 years, I checked the canned fish section to see if there was anything like the chili tuna I subsisted on in Vanuatu. Bingo! I’ll eat with steamed rice. Simple.
Beautiful day for a hike to the Lower Shamokin Falls on the Wintergreen mountain in Nelson County, Virginia.
An adorable feature in the Belties farmhouse cafe in Nellysford, Virginia. I noticed a preschooler on the floor peering into this mouse house. The biscuits and pastries and coffee are top notch, too.
It was my night to do the dishes. Not exactly my favorite task, but I listened to most of Heat of July, the enjoyable album by Austin-based Briscoe. (I saw them back in February.)