The Five Best Words

“To a father growing old nothing is dearer than a daughter.”

Euripides

It's cloying and cliche but that does nothing to dilute the truth of it.  The  five best words are not "I will always love you", we expect that, but don't dare take it for granted.  The five best words are not "Remember the time when we . . ."  Those are nice, but are an articulation of a memory.  Sweet, but no anticipation.

No, the five best words, hands down, are: "Can we do this again."  She says that, buddy you hit it out of the park.

Which was Brigid's comment right after Roy Hargrove left the stage at Yoshi's SF early Sunday eve.  Stunning, stunning set. Walking out onto Fillmore, her gushing (and she never gushes) "you have no idea how much I loved that, you really don't"  No, I don't and you don't either, and you never will and yeah, thanks to Roy's residency we can do it next week.  If it's half as good it'd be worth twice the price and in the end it's priceless.

Sunday, Marsh walk and brunch with Cinco and Mark M.  Beautiful soggy walk, laughing all the way.

Monday, pain in the side receding, but you are not going to take the bait.

Six miles, three on stupid new elliptical machines, two on the  stair mill, and one on old elliptical.  30 minute body weight circuit like this:

5+5 pushups to a T

15+15 Bulgarian split squats

Seated Rows, 10, buncha weight

30 box squats

3x

10+10 single leg deads, bodyweight

10 kneeling on 65cm ball, 9lb medicine ball front raises

2x

Yeah, nice memories old man, but ya' still broke yourself and have to suck for a bit.