Weekend Report

The first weekend of October, gone.

Spent all day skating tiny concrete quarterpipe with pals. Ran over fallen leaves. Got barked at and (once) nipped.

Converted skate gang to bike gang, rode tipsily around town under dark starry skies.

Took slow-moving Sunday walk through Cathedral Park, let dog run wild in peaked shadows of St. John Bridge.

Sat at picnic table along Burnside Street in very good company, drank glass of cold pink wine, felt warm sun on back.

Cooked big soup out of tomatoes and potatoes and sage. Dipped toasty bread in. Thought about all life things that need doing before 2014 comes barreling through.