I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems; and remember, no one can get the jump on the future.
Carl Sandburg (American writer & editor, 1878–1967)
TIME: 8:16 PM
PLACE: Longacre Park
SUBJECT: Bucket truck booms
Another day of painting the front porch steps. The final coat will go on tomorrow. I had a haircut at high noon; StellaDella had her bangs trimmed as well. Then a stop at the grocery store – which happened to have a $10 off your $50 purchase today – for today’s and tomorrow’s dinners. At 4pm, I attended a memorial service for a friend who had passed away unexpectedly last week. After dinner, it was my turn to take MonkeyBoy to the batting cages so he could get some practice in for the games this weekend. He didn’t do as well as he wanted and was a little upset about it, so I suggested we go to the park and walk around the lake to shake it off. These bucket trucks were parked across the street and I liked how they looked silhouetted against the sky.