bierkergaard

I am heading to the Fam Cabin in New York for my Dad's 80th birthday celebration tomorrow. He actually does not turn 80 until next week on 10/18 but this weekend was the date that worked for all four brothers, which turned out to be a fairly elongated communication process. It seems a million years ago when we celebrated his 70th Birthday at the Cabin. Amazing how much shit can go down in a decade. I have washed ashore and am loving life again. But, it all worked out for this weekend despite the drama with the Bros. Actually, it was not that bad. Just some tectonic family plates creaking.   I have a killer case of brew, one that I spent at least an hour looking for, using my iPhone and checking the beer distributor's super-sized three ring binder for pricing. I like to shop for three things: Beer, Coffee, Books. All addictions-lite. I would fight to the death for words. willing to assume wounds for coffee, and I actually think I could give up beer. I would if God wa

I was out for my five mile Sabbath Run today which is a run I take on Sunday through Columbia where I leave the watch at home, don't time, and don't push. Even on my fastest days, I am coming in at 11 minutes a mile. I am not even sure that is good enough to qualify for the Senior Games. To be fair, it is a hilly run. I just enjoy the jog on Sunday and it is still rigorous. Today, I noticed along Route 441, which is the busy North and South road that parallels the river, that there were pockets of flowers and vegetation that were quite beautiful amongst the trash, dirt, and exhaust. I had decided to bring my iPhone today on the run because the temps were in the low 50's and it was misty so I wore my rain jacket which has pockets to house the phone. I was hoping for a nice pic of the river but it just was an is a gray day as we are on the outskirts of the hurricane. Nothing majestic about that. So, I snapped a pic of these flowers instead in  the yard of a place that