Saturday night I went back and forth from the fire ring to the pickup cab to listen to the Husky football. No, I didn't attend the University of Washington and had no desire to go to a school that big, but I have been watching and/or listening to their games since I was a little kid. The Dawgs played their butts off, handing Boise State a 38 to 6 beating, revenge for last winter's bowl game loss. I was ecstatic to hear that UW finally has a defense again.
Headed out after school to hike the Pine and Cedar Lakes Trail today. Huffed and puffed my way up to the overlook ridge. I didn't stay at the top long because there was a guy at the overlook who appeared like he needed solitude more than I needed to view the Islands. On the way down, my mind drifted around to several topics, but seemed to land mostly on memories of when I coached football. Coaching those boys years ago was an absolute joy, well, at least most of the time. I often miss coaching the sport, but these fall afternoons out hiking or fishing have become too valuable.
I drank a bad-tasting protein shake when I arrived home to the kitchen. It quelled the hunger long enough to make my favorite September meal, grouse pesto pasta with a fresh ear of corn and a fresh peach. To me, that's about as good as it gets. I missed not washing it down with an Alaskan Summer Ale, but the beer has to wait until the beer gut disappears. About half way through the meal I seriously had this feeling of euphoria. Maybe it had something to do with the taste, maybe the fond memories associated with the meal, or just because I was so damned hungry, but it felt awfully nice to be blissed out on a Wednesday evening. Simple minds simple pleasures?
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