Shadows on a Wall

I was going to say that the eyelash grass was on its last legs, but that sounds pretty weird. The plant has already gone semi-dormant but it hasn't been cut back yet, leaving the individual eyelash shaped seed heads in place to cast their shadows on the retaining wall behind them. 

Another crisp clear morning got us up and out early for a session with Kathy. She spends a fair amount of time applying therapeutic tape to various portions of my anatomy and an equal amount of time getting John to stretch more. He is always bemoaning the fact that he can't do (fill in the blank) like he used to be able to, and I remind him that he isn't 21 anymore either. I think he is actually more flexible than he used to be because he has been doing Pilates .

I rode through Savannah, Georgia today and am beginning to realize that the workout doesn't vary much from one place to another and the ride is actually on the nearest remote road or trail, well away from the town and often not even in the advertised town. So Savannah was actually through a swamp along the Savannah river. The host rider recommended that we go for a run or a bike ride around the city proper and for all I know that can be done via Peloton as well....

I think the seat is a little too far back for me but I'm reluctant to mess around with Dana's settings. I'm already logging into the rides as her. If there were actually anybody to wonder, they would probably be wondering what has caused Dana's effort to have dropped so precipitously. 

We drove around the nearby subdivision on the way home from Dana and Jim's last night and there seems to be something of a contest going on over who can have the most lights. Some decorations are quite tasteful, others contain a plethora of random blow up figures that seem only vaguely related to the festive season. They have lights inside them but during the day the generators which keep them blown up are turned off and they collapse to the ground in a decidedly dispirited fashion...often face first. On the other hand, a man in a nearby town planted a little tree in his front yard, vowing that one day he would put Christmas lights on it. What with one thing and another he never got round to it and the tree is now about 25 feet high and he is unable to stand,.so the neighbors got together, rented a cherry picker, bought lights and lit up the whole tree for him from top to bottom.

Human kindness is not dead, but the news from Gaza every day on the front page of the paper can only make me wonder what ever happened to human decency? A picture of a woman with her husband sitting on the ground holding their newborn baby just made me weep. I have a candle in the window, which nobody can see, but I light it every night with the hope that it will bring some hope for the millions who must have run out of it long since.