This morning, we went for our first run of 2007. It felt awesome to jog down Shunga Trail, 70-degrees outside with a helpful breeze. I suppose you could call me a fair-weather runner. The idea of running in the snow, rain or slosh does not appeal to me. That’s why we have gyms.
On this run, I had my favorite Xmas present attached to my hip, my iPod Nano. Thanks Dad! I grooved to Eats Tapes, Fischer Spooner and Britney Spears. Don’t laugh.
I also enjoy watching the seasons change on the Shunga Trail. Most of the trees are bare and in a few weeks, they should be blooming with delicate white flowers. I think we picked a good day for a run. A few weeks ago, another jogger found a dead body on the trail. No foul play. Just a dead body.
Gosh…that’s the cynic journalist talking. Sorry.
Here’s Daisy showing off her table manners at Bark Park. She’s so happy when she’s running around the park, off leash. She’s also very temperamental when other dogs try to do more than a friendly sniff. The other day, we had to break-up a few canine fights. Crazy Daisy. She’s cute, but a little high-strung.
This is the result of Daisy being high-strung. We left her alone in the apartment one night and she ripped up these magazines and papers. This is the first time she ever did anything like that. I wonder if it’s because we have noisy new neighbors.
Topeka is a cheap place to live and we’re paying under $500/month for a two-bedroom apartment. But as the saying goes, we’re getting what we paid for — a dorm-like environment with party-minded college students, Section 8 families and bratty kids who yell at my puppy. Around the time of our new neighbors moving in was the same time Mark’s bike was stolen off our balcony. We live on the third floor! Plus it was snowing and freezing outside. So, on a weekend when Mark was away in SF, some asshole climbed up to the third floor balcony and somehow shimmied down with a bright yellow mountain bike. Mark still has the serial number for the bike. I’ll probably trip the next jerk I see riding around on a yellow mountain bike at this apartment complex. Trip first and ask questions later.
And a few days after that, another asshole stole our welcome mat. That was low and unnecessary. However, I suppose it’s to be expected living at this complex.
OK, time to leave this hell hole and take our puppy to our doggie oasis. Our happy place: Bark Park.
Man, Topeka SUUUUUCKS!!!!
Sometimes this town surprises me with friendly people. Other times, it meets expectations — which is sad.