alright, ignore earlier tirade, i'm feeling significantly better. actually had an enjoyable afternoon--since it was a relatively cool day (autumn weather--i adored it, cortni lamented), swimming was out of the question, so a game of minigolf took place. the best course around here in in fort anne, ny--a bit of a trek, but it gave us time to talk and catch up. i had two holes in one, and eventually decided i was going to focus less on my score and more on interesting ways to play (this also, oddly enough, occurred at the same point at which i lost my putting ability--hmm...). i lost by one stroke because of this. c'est la vie.

while i've seen cortni each time i've been home, it's been ages since i'd been to her house. it felt comforting to sit on the stools in the kitchen, chatting with her mother (i've called her "mummy" for years), and feeling that while many, many things have changed, it was nice to be able to return to a constant. if that makes sense.

i went running this evening, and while i didn't get far this time, i took the first step (bad, bad pun for which i apologize) and went. my body protested the entire time. but relaxing afterwards watching "whose line is it anyway?" (i miss comedy central and the british version SO MUCH), my body felt better than it has in ages. it had accomplished something and forced itself out of its lazy, lathargic state of being. i plan on going again tomorrow--but if my body is too sore, i won't do too much too soon. every other day to start.

i took the same path i always take--down to gorham bridge, but i found myself noticing things i'd missed every other time. like the small gravestone at the edge of the coda's front lawn, right by the road. it was for an infant born in 1853 who lived two days. a small cluster of pink flowers nestled against the stone first caught my eye. i've been running that route for at least seven years, and i never noticed the stone before.

whose line made me miss improv and rough edges.