Today is gorgeous, breezy and 80 and sunny and low humidity -- a prefect summer day and a gift, indeed, after endless days of heat and rain and storms and incedible humidity that's so dense you feel like you need SCUBA gear just to walk outside to your car.
I have a bit of a tummyache, so I'm subsisting on white starchy carbs until things realign. The fact that I'm able to recover outside, reading library books and munching bagels in my well-shaded hammock, is making the whole thing much more palatable.
As I sit and swing, staring up at the blue sky, an intermittent roar fills the air, a beast prowling the clouds while looking for a place to land. I hear Sammy down the street hollering, "There they are!" as the roar grows louder, and suddenly four jets streak across the sky, breaking sound and speed barriers, those on the ground left looking up with squinty eyes and craned necks as planes swoop and dive overhead. Suddenly, almost as suddenly as they appeared, they are gone into the powder-puff of a passing cloud. The roar remains, but the jets are phantoms, elusive, only the occasional growl of the jet and a tell-tale trail of vapor to show us that the Blue Angels are, indeed, real and here in Rochester.
Every scar, every bruise, every bone has a tale to tell. This is my left foot's story.
2 comments:
White starchy carbs to soothe a tummy ache? That's a new one to me...
White carbs are simple sugar and so, easy to digest. Once you get past the "ginger ale and broth" phase, white carbs (toast, crackers, mashed potatoes) rock because they're solid but not exactly ... gastrically challenging. ;)
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