Break

Less is more right now. As the season shifts I get to see what I didn't get done last year and over the winter. The more I see the holes in the foundation but at least the foundation is there. Sometimes technology fills in what I didn't, evening the playing field. First break in a while and I feel productive, Listening to the large and ignoring the small for now. It all starts in earnest soon. Ready?

Sumatra

Maybe Cunego will pull one out on Sunday, I think he has a great shot at it. Offenburg will most likely be a mudfest, isn't that normal? The longlist is getting shorter. Maybe the three inches of snow last night motivated the move from Italian espresso to Sumatran goodness. It seems warmer. Good things. Legs go round and round, Longmont this weekend then a much needed break, not that I deserve one, I need one...there is a difference.

Soon

This is what I want.

Cause

There is sound associated with light, or light associated with sound. The latter I think. Sometimes I have to take a thought and put it in a little pyrex container. Sort of like this website. The more I put away and save the more disconnected it all seems. A major lack of pattern at first and then it falls together like a mosiac. Mine. Chaos Theory, or just plain Chaos. Nothing is truly random, it all is deterministic, for every action a reaction is caused. Nothing just happens, it is a reaction to another action, an aardvark sneezing which makes a butterfly flap it's wings causing a string of events that lead to me making my morning Illy. Listening and hearing what isn't there adds up to a lack of rest and more thoughts better spent as dreams I forget.

Monday

Perfect doesn't always fall together the way you want, wrapped up in the right package is better. If it was easy I don't think I could be good. Leaving a little tread in the gravel. 

Jigsaw

Good things in bigger pieces. When I left I didn't know how far I could go. Farther than I thought.

today

Too much snow to even begin to think about local dirt. Snowpack at 150%, big season if you like to sit in a little boat and sort of mtb on water. I don't, I do one thing.

Clear

Little things like bbq sauce on french fries, why would you do that? Riding down roads and streets with manhole covers and storm drains, there aren't any houses, or people. Naked subdivisions. As scattered as it sometimes is I rarely lose a sock, they aren't always right there in a pair but they are usually together, eventually. I have THAT fascination with high things; cliffs, buildings, balconies, wondering if I could make the jump. To whatever, land it and walk away, unhurt. It's always been there, fascinated with the height of things. It all clicks with ease, sometimes the alignment blows my mind.

Now and Later

The demons came in fast, I was finished with most of the days work and it came and didn't stop till about 6 this morning. About a foot, ice on the roads. Late winter.

Going Somewhere?

My neighbors left town, someone asked where they went and I said "Chile" thoroughly not knowing where they went as I don't talk to them and have never engaged them in a conversation, when they returned only a few days later I was genuinely surprised that they came back from Chile so soon. Why would you go to South America for a long weekend?

The more the time piles up the better the season looks. Barriers of some sort are always getting in my way. If it had any real flow in April November wouldn't feel so good.