NaBloPoMo 2020 The Penultimate NaBloPoMo
Today, the penultimate NaBloPoMo day, I successfully:
- Completed reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. You can call me a philosopher now, totes obvs.
- Hiked in the woods with Tom. Forest bathing, if you will. We took a detour through a neighborhood and saw a McMansion looking like it had a bad hangover from the big ass party or wedding or whatever went on there last night.
A whole tent village sprawled across the backyard, and rubber gloves and paper cups blew around on the street out front. Standing in the middle of the debris were three people having a spat.
As we walked by, the old guy said, "How was I supposed to fucking know what she was going to do before I went to the bank."
It added a little spice to the whole nature thing, honestly. - hummed "The Edge of Seventeen" literally the entire day. I woke up in the morning singing it under my breath and and Tom just asked me what I was mumbling moments ago. THE SAME DAMN SONG, HONEY. And the music there, it was, hauntingly familiar...
Ha ha, watch this if you dare:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmPgMc3R8zg&feature=youtu.beAlso, I wonder if Waddy Watchtel got carpal tunnel playing guitar on this song. That's a lot of 1/16th notes. - Ate a hunk of Tom's amazing bread straight from the oven. It was a showstopper, this loaf:
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| Tom's most amazing bread ever. |
- Continued my mission to stretch along to a YouTube stretching video on a daily basis. Today is Day #2. There are 400,000 stretching videos on YouTube in case you too believe limberness is a virtue. One day, I will become a lean python.
- Inspected this amazing photo Bruce took in the park:
Amazing photo Bruce took.
Then we discussed the class he's going to teach on Tuesday, the same day his new air purifier is scheduled to be delivered. This timing is a total coincidence.
...and then suddenly there was no one left standing in the hall... just like a white winged dove... I don't really know these lyrics ...
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