Monday, November 30, 2009

Some Other Kind of Nut


"I used to be able to name every kind of nut, would drive my mother crazy . . ."
Harlan Pepper (aka Christopher Guest), Best in Show


Sunday, four mile marsh walk in the morning with Cinco, Ian, Brigid and the dogs, listening to The Staple Singers from the Fillmore in 1967 beat any homily I ever heard.
49ers don't always suck.
CT class:  spike swings are a blast; hardstyle rocks.
Awesome.
This morning, three hard fast miles and some core work, same this evening.
Two year old on the 6:20 boat singing Puff the Magic Dragon, such a sap.

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