By some quirk of fate, 100 days ago I started doing not just one thing every day, but two things. Neither of them were intentional decisions to do it for 100 days straight at the time, and in fact, one of them I just discovered a few days ago. I had been running nearly every day for the past few years, but the streaks of running every day have been few and far between. In early October I started running every day. After more than a month or so, I had an eye on reaching my previous streak of 77 days. Running continued every day toward surpassing that goal and reaching 100 required running on vacation in Belize and in snow and cold this winter. It turns out that these daily posts have also been published every day for the past 100 days. For the first year they were published about 75% of the days, but today’s post is number 100 without interruption. No lessons learned besides just marking time with activity.
In 1989 Tom Petty released Full Moon Fever. This was still in the transition days from cassettes to CDs. Albums still existed, but they were sliding fast. Mr Petty acknowledged this change with a statement on the CD at the end of side 1 of the album configuration. It was funny to hear it then on a CD, but even funnier to hear it almost 30 years later playing through my Amazon Echo.
Hello CD Listeners
We’ve come to the point in this album where those listening on cassette (or records) will have to stand up (or sit down) and turn over the record (or tape). In fairness to those listeners, we’ll now take a few seconds before we begin side two.
Thank you. Here’s side two.
There is an entire generation who uses the word “like” as an interrupt word similar to um and uh. Speakers train themselves to pause instead of using these words. My daughter was saying “like” so many times that I used a counter app to track how many times she said it. But everyone, even geniuses, understands that you don’t use this word in writing. There is no need to write in a pause. And yes, even tweets count as writing.
While snorkeling in Belize I got water in my ears. It took a few days to clear, and I knew that was a signal that something was not right. I also continued to have pressure in my left ear for a week afterwards. When I went to the doctor after returning home, I was told I had wax buildup that had to be removed. It is somewhat ironic that I complained about water in my ears and the first thing they do is flood my ears with water to remove the excess wax. When I saw the solid hunks of wax that came out of both ears I asked the nurse to confirm that it was indeed wax and not a jungle creature that crawled into my ears.
I thought this was pink wine for bros. It turns out to be a combination between beer and rose. I don’t know which is worse.
The calendar says that it’s winter and so do the bare branches. All the dead leaves have even been cleaned up from the yard. But there is one last leaf still hanging on to a branch. It is dead but it won’t let go. Finally, it drops from the tree and floats down to ground. It doesn’t join a pile of leaves. It is too late. It just waits for someone to notice it.
Maybe I’m just a cynic, but I get a little annoyed that every day the towels in my resort room are arranged as an animal on my bed – goose, dog, elephant, turtle – by rolling, twisting and combining the full set of towels. They are adorned with flowers, petals and even specks of green leaves as eyes. I would really rather the towels be stacked in the bathroom. I have to gingerly carry the whole animal into the bathroom, being careful that I don’t drop flowers, petals or towels on the way.
I woke up before sunrise to run before an early morning tour. I’m no stranger to running in the dark, as I do that a couple of days a week before driving to work. I needed to keep my run streak alive by running each day on my trip to Belize. I ran up the dirt road toward the lodge entrance.
My headlamp lit the road well enough to avoid big rocks and puddles, but it was not enough light to squelch my imagination. I was sure that just beyond the edge of the road were animals – all the animals in the jungle – watching me. I pictured thousands of cartoon eyes staring out through the trees. I’m sure they wondered what I was doing, but I looked like a tasty morsel. I didn’t really think I would be attacked by a monkey or a bird, but I heard jaguars were nocturnal. I ran pretty fast that morning.
While river tubing through the jungle caves in Belize there are periodic breaks in the rocks where you see the outside world. They are pristine moments of jungle that look unreal. They look so green and perfect. They could be zoo exhibits or museum dioramas, but someone needs to add the animals.
I don’t know if it’s honesty or religiosity, but there are sign installers in Belize who may exhibit both. Heading into a sharp curve from both directions are small signs that say, PREPARE TO MEET THY GOD. The curve doesn’t appear much more dangerous than those before it or after it. Maybe the signs don’t have anything to do with the road at all.