Diane is down at her folks house now, Tomorrow Gabe and I will drive down to Endicott to meet up with Diane , Max and Dianes whoel family for her fathers funeral. I’m sad and I’m looking forward ot seeing everyone.

I’ve been  working at home, keeping the home fires burning or not Gabe has come in several times and asked me why i was sitting there freezing while i work because I’d let the fire go out.  At lunch I’ ve been takign the dogs out for a run in order to capture the near spring time warmth (15 degrees .. almost summer !).. Since the floods the other week, the rivershore path is impassible. Its still blocked by desk sized chunks ogf ice that will be there until april.   I’ve been forced to run in the fild. I don’t mind it that much because its in the sunlight.. but te snow is deep enough to make running a little hard.. Liek running on the beech.. Twice I’ve noticed that I’ve been running iun my own footprints.. My pace is the same, so it’s nattural that every footfall lands in a place where I’ve stepped before. As long as I don’t vary my path pr my speed .. i can run easier.. I dont have to break through the crusty snow..

It’s an interesting metaphor in many ways.. am following in my own footsteps ?  i leading my own way.. ? building a path of my own..?    or stuck in a rut that I’ve worn myself..

Maybe some of each..

Gotta think about that..

nite all, nite sam

-me