Month: September 2023

sept 4/RUN

2.1 miles
the falls coffee
77 degrees

Another run to the Falls coffee with Scott. So hot this morning! Today we ran a little farther — up the mustache bridge hill to Longfellow Gardens. Back in May I had run here, hoping to see the purple flowers but they hadn’t been planted yet. This morning the garden was full of color — purples, reds, oranges, yellows.

10 Things

  1. 3 turkeys on the part of the dirt trail we call the gauntlet because it’s so narrow and near the road. The turkeys didn’t care we were running by; they were too busy pecking the grass. What are they eating? we wondered*
  2. a bunch of barricades and a cluster of construction signs with flashing lights lining edmund bvld — uh oh, what are they planning to do here, and how will it impact my running?
  3. more sun than shade — so hot!
  4. lots of bikes over on the river road trail, not too many walkers or runners
  5. click clack click clack — a roller skier! said to Scott: I bet they’re excited summer’s over Scott (with some bitterness): good for them
  6. the falls were quiet — I forgot to look as we ran by — with the very low creek, were they even falling?
  7. Hi Mr. Longfellow! — checking out the Longfellow statue in the field below the garden
  8. Crossing under the mustache bridge, noticing the stagnant creek water — so low!
  9. songs overheard at the Falls coffee: an acoustic (asmr-y) version of “I’m So Excited” and a techno, poppy version of “Wonderwall”
  10. checking out the empty Riverview, wondering when the new owners will finally do something with the space; we’ve been waiting for about 2 years now

*a quick search for what wild turkeys eat:

Wild turkeys are opportunistically omnivorous, which means they will readily sample a wide range of foods, both animal and plant. They forage frequently and will eat many different things, including:

Acorns, hickory nuts, beechnuts, and walnuts, either cracked open or swallowed whole

Seeds and grains, including spilled birdseed or corn and wheat in agricultural fields

Berries, wild grapes, crabapples, and other small fruits

Small reptiles, including lizards and snakes

Fleshy plant parts, such as buds, roots, bulbs, succulents, and cacti

Plant foliage, grass, and tender young leaves or shoots

Large insects, including grasshoppers, spiders, and caterpillars

Snails, slugs, and worms

Sand and small gravel for grit to aid proper digestion

from The Spruce

I found this writing prompt from @sundresspublications the other day. I’ll have to try it and recommend it to my class!

Go for a walk around your neighborhood and write down any words you see- words on street signs, buildings, bumper stickers, etc. – and try to arrange them into a poem.

@sundresspublications

sept 3/SWIM

2 loops
lake nokomis main beach
76 degrees

Hooray for firing up and going over to the lake early on a Sunday morning! Mostly calm with warm air. But, cold water. Brrr! And loud, too. For the first few laps, the noise of sloshing water below the surface was so loud. Why?

10 Things

  1. just before I started, a vee of geese flew above me — the first geese of the season!
  2. a big crowd of noisy seagulls on the shore
  3. a seagull! a seagull! a seagull! — a kid (too) excited about spotting a seagull
  4. another flock of small birds flying overhead. I stopped to watch their progress across the sky
  5. more ghost vines — several reaching out for my wrist
  6. fluffy clouds in the sky
  7. a plane cutting through the clouds
  8. a metal detector dude slowly walking along the edge of the swimming area — for 45 minutes, the whole time I was swimming. What was he looking for? What was he finding?
  9. another swimmer — an older man who swam a little closer to shore
  10. cold water except for a spot near the buoy closest to the swan boats, which was warm — unsettling and welcomed at the same time

When I met up with Scott after the swim he told me that an 11 year-old girl drowned last night, right where I was swimming. Since I’ve been swimming at this lake (10+ years), I can recall about 5 people drowning. So sad and strange to think about people (usually kids) drowning in this calm, relatively shallow lake and to know that this water that brings me so much joy is a source of sorrow for others.

turkeys!

On the way back from the lake, Scott had to stop the car for a crossing turkey. It was taking its sweet ass time, strutting across, bobbing its awkward head. Scott quickly started moving again before the next turkey tried to cross the river road. Love the turkeys!

Speaking of birds (which I’ve done a lot of in this entry), I found a list by CAConrad via twitter. Here’s #2:

CROW GIFTS

During the Covid-19 lockdown, I was in Seattle, the empire of the crows. I fed them fruit, nuts, and crackers from a plastic hummus container I nailed to a window ledge. The birds came all day, different tribes moving over their city, terrorizing cats and humans who wronged them. One began to bring me gifts and would stay on the ledge to eat lunch with me, allowing me to stroke its beak. The biologist Lynn Margulis flew in the face of the neo-Darwinists because she believed evolution’s most significant steps forward have been through interspecies cooperation. I feel her theory in my body, and I wonder if you do, too.

a list from CAConrad

sept 2/RUN

2 miles
to falls coffee
71 degrees

A quick run to Minnehaha Falls then the Falls coffee with Scott. This morning we’re driving FWA back to college. Warm, humid, crowded on the trails, more walkers and runners than bikers. One rollerblader. Ran right past the falls but didn’t notice them at all. Did I hear them? Possibly. I don’t remember looking at the river or hearing many birds or stepping on crushed acorns.

sept 1/RUN

3.05 miles
2 trails
67 degrees

It’s warming up again, which always seems to happen in early September just as school is starting. 90s this week. Not too bad this morning. Sunny and breezy. Ran the first 2 miles listening to garbage trucks and trickling sewers and the clicking and clacking of ski poles, then the last mile listening to The Wiz.

10 Things

  1. avoiding exposed roots on the hard-packed and very dry dirt trail at 36th and edmund
  2. later, keeping my balance in the soft, loose dirt near 38th
  3. encountering several runners and walkers in the grass, most with dogs
  4. one quick flash of the river: blue
  5. good morning! — good morning! — good morning! (greeting the people I passed on winchell)
  6. briefly running parallel to someone else near folwell — I was on the dirt trail, they were on the paved path — then descending the hill and losing track of them
  7. stacked stones
  8. mistaking the black fence in the tunnel of trees for a person (as usual)
  9. sprinting to Michael Jackson and Diana Ross singing “Ease on the Down the Road” — don’t you carry nothing that might be a load
  10. more buzzing cicadas

Scott’s dad died sometime in the early morning. We woke up to the buzz of the phone, then a message from the hospice nurse. Yesterday, knowing it was coming, I felt some relief — his long years of suffering finally coming to an end; no lingering almost dead for a year like my mom. Now, I feel tired and sad and tender. He was such a loving, wonderful human.