Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Seventy-Four

1. Double-header kind of morning.

2. Not enough coffee in the pot.

3. I should.

4. I slice the tomatoes and lettuce and bacon and stack them between two slices of baguette.

5. Too cold in the shade.

6. Thank goodness for that backup camera; otherwise, I would have hit the hydrant.

7. The constant reexamination of self this will require.

8. Two games. Two wins.

9. “…to a very large extent, an individual’s current life is the result of earlier choices; life has continuity.”

Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Seventy-Three

1. Two months away from this practice, and I can feel it in every pose.

2. A rush to the store for bacon and biscuits.

3. Biscuits burned.

4. A quiet ride down the trail for birthday gifts and hair supplies. Neither of us has much to say.

5. Waiting for the sun.

6. Biscuits burned times two.

7. Name your motivations.

8. Locate your discipline.

9. When you know what you need to do, but deciding to do it feels too hard.

10. Should I, or shouldn’t I?

Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Seventy-Two

1. What if I’m remembering it wrong?

2. The last avocado.

3. Misunderstandings.

4. Sometimes, keeping your expectations low is a good thing. Low expectations + detachment from the outcome.

5. Should I or shouldn’t I? I’m running out of time to decide.

6. Emerging from the cellar into the bright afternoon light. I pick a bench bathed in sunlight. We take in the views as we eat our lunches.

7. This is a good team.

8. This left-hand turn off of Oakville Grade, though.

9. “The fit is fitting.”

10. Sometimes, it’s nice to have an extra voice at the table.

Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Seventy-One

1. It feels like the morning mist is creeping through the windows.

2. All black everything.

3. Now, all white. Don’t spill the coffee.

4. Peonies and pea tendrils and little white flowers.

5. A quick lunch at Gott’s before the second session of meetings. A group of older ladies asking questions at the window. The line is beginning to snake out into the parking lot.

6. That’s a lot of work.

7. The thing about these reunions is that it’s one of the few times a year I get to see some friends. A manufactured reason outside of ourselves. But I’ll take it.

8. He says that sitting there, he thought to himself, “This is not a bad life.”

9. Pizza at the high top and wondering if this is the night they will be tucked into the corner of the bar.

10. When am I going to get the cleaning done?

Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Seventy

1. Keeping with the tan and black and white theme.

2. Avocado, olive oil, Maldon salt, and flakes of seaweed.

3. Only music this time.

4. I let the beauty of it all envelope me. I think I could be happy here.

5. I ask for the name of the ceramicist. “TBD,” she says. “Are you a potter?” “In my dreams,” I say. “I will be old and gray and in a cabin by the ocean.” “Manifest that.” “I will.”

6. All this and a Bic pen.

7. I could eat chips and salsa all day.

8. I watch the temperature climb as I head north. 70 degrees in the parking garage. 75. Then 78. 81. 85.

9. Of course, I am doing walk-up music.

10. All I can think about is how much fun it could be if this was happening for basketball too.