It occurred to me on my walk with the dog this morning that my blog is called “Views from the Hammock.” I haven’t spent much time in the hammock this year. Like me it is getting old and used – frayed around the edges and broken in a few places. But still hanging in there.
I take a walk with the dog most mornings unless it is raining. The app on my phone says the route is 1.65 miles x 7 days a week that is 11.55 miles each week. Since I retired in March I have lost 6 pounds – only 7,000 to go.
I noticed a change in the air this morning as I pulled on a windbreaker. Autumn starts next week and the nights are cooler. I was sweating by the time I finished the walk and the kids in the neighborhood were out in force in shorts, barefoot on their bicycles. What a difference half a century makes to a body.
I pulled out a used sweatshirt and planned a rehab for the fall. I am painting autumn leaves on the front and cut off the cuffs. It will at least look different even if it is used. I only have three navy sweatshirts – you can never have too many.
I’ve been reading two post-apocalyptic works lately: Gordon Bonnet’s Summer’s End http://gbfiction.blogspot.com/2011/12/summers-end.html and John T. Bigg’s Sacred Alarm Clock http://www.amazon.com/Sacred-Alarm-Clock-John-Biggs/dp/1633730697/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1442680520&sr=8-1&keywords=john+t+biggs. Both discuss the world as we know it ending – being some of the last to survive and what it is like to be alone and scared. I wrote one myself a few years ago. The Apocalypse Sucks http://www.amazon.com/Apocalypse-Sucks-Peggy-Chambers/dp/0615969410/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1442680635&sr=8-3&keywords=peggy+chambers was written as a humorous take off on a serious subject. Why am I suddenly reading end of the world stories when it is the end of summer? I don’t know it just came up. But endings sometimes conjure up subconscious thoughts as I wander down the road with the dog. She is chasing locust hiding in the grass; I am chasing thoughts for a blog.
Autumn brings the smells of dry leaves and warm fires. It isn’t an end but a beginning of cool weather, toasted marshmallows and cozy sweatshirts. Enjoy it. Christmas is coming and the hammock will have to be tucked away once more.
The end of the world never looked do good was it did in The Apocalypse Sucks. There was a new beginning in that one tool
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