It all began when my iPhone lost reception.  Perched in a row of blue stuffed chairs.  Suits to my left and right duly greeted.  One member of Congress late to arrive.  Impenetrable law firm walls denying e-mail and web access.  Out came the new notebook.  Target clearance, adorned with a fuzzy orange butterfly.

My Concord TV gratis writing implement screamed across recycled paper pages.  Suddenly, a cast of characters took shape.  Their backstories materialized.  They were named.  They began to matter. 

For years, I have ridden past Ragged Mountain’s interpretation of the requisite ski area bra tree.  Each time the Six Pack Express whisks me by this gaudy marriage of nature and satin, a story waits patiently.  The waiting is over.

    

To be continued…

Utterly Random Recent Occasions for Gratitude:

  • Our littlest monkey laughs in his sleep.
  • Online bathing suit shopping and beach dreaming with our daughter.
  • Stepped outside jacket-less yesterday and, while not quite comfortable, was not in any immediate frostbite danger.
  • Glimpsed productivity on multiple occasions.
  • Some people change.  And some never do.
  • Saucony sneakers.
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