still kickin', 10.30.17

i walked bagel to the other side of kempsford this afternoon. i come across an older white gentleman with a retired navy hat on waving to every car and every body who passed his way. his beard was as white as snow and he had clear tubes in his nose. i asked him how he was, to which he responded with a smirk on his face that he was “still kickin.” he then asked me if bagel was walking me or if i was walking bagel. i laughed and introduced myself. he seemed out of breath, so to avoid him wasting more breath on pronouncing my first name correctly, i told him my name was dave. he apparently walks every day before or after supper. we had a short exchange of words as we went our separate ways. the last thing he says to me is it’s good to be alive.

i thought of that as i waved to everybody on my way back home.

-ratha, 3:18pm, 10.30.17

cutting grass, 8.18.17

with the afternoon off, i decided to cut the grass. it was hot, but it wasn’t humid. the rain had been here and there, but i didn’t want the grass to grow much longer than it already was. it took me 2 hours to finish both the front and the back yard, and our yard isn’t even that big. i always wanted a big back yard when i own my own house eventually, so when i get older, i’ll make sure to purchase a ride-on mower because this is for the birds.

 
-ratha, 3:15pm, 8.18.17