river road, south/up and across Ford Bridge/turn around/river road, north/Edmund Bvld
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Warmer this morning. Cloudy. Leaving my block I heard some chainsaws–Oh no! Looks like they might be cutting down the big, beautiful oak tree at the end of our alley. I love gazing up at the tree. My kids and I named it squirrel city a few years ago because it seemed to house so many squirrels. Bummer. A nice morning for a run. Very few people out by the river, which was nice. Was able to keep 6 feet distance with everyone, I think.
Things I remember:
- Running on the Ford Bridge and looking out at the river. So beautifully blueish gray. Feeling like I was in a trance, as I looked through the spaces between the railing posts.
- Running on the sandy grit and listening to it scratch and sh sh sh sh.
- Hearing some people and a dog as I ran on the double bridge. Wondering if they were down near the river or over in the grass near the entrance to the Winchell Trail.
- Seeing them in the grass and hearing one woman talking very loudly, shouting something about someone hiring a personal attorney. What was she talking about?
- Running on the road, on Edmund Boulevard. Checking out the houses. Noticing the one with lots of windows and an awkward deck on the front was finally sold.
After my run, went home and picked up Delia the dog for a walk. Walked by the house a block over with the over-the-top Christmas decorations and noticed that they had propped full length mirrors–2 or 3–up against the front of the house. To reflect the lights more? Does it work?
Only yesterday, I mentioned that the birds never left and have been around, making noise, all winter. Today, looking at an entry from December, I found proof: a recording. Just listen to those birds chattering!