A quick jog past the bare plum tree

Tonight we went for a quick jog as time was not on our side.  My ASOSU Senate meeting had run long, pushing our exercise well into the night.  Running at night has always been very enjoyable to me.  I like running in that cool, crisp air.  There are hardly any cars on the road, almost no people, and few if any dogs about to give chase.

Passing the plum tree was a melancholy affair.  No plums were to be had.  Not until next fall will we feast on the forlorn fruit of the upper middle class suburbanites who plant plum trees for ornamentation and not for food.

In total, we jogged 2.7 miles.

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Plum Smuggling Redux, the Co-Op, and a Cakewalk

Tonight we went jogging with plum smuggling in mind.  After a run through the dog park on Witham Hill where we watched several rather comical dogs get tangled up in each others’ leashes, we went to our favorite plum tree.  It was already too dark to discern a plum from a leaf but we managed to collect about 30 or 40 plums.  Sadly, I think tonight was the last plum smuggling event of the season.  Most of the tree was already bare.   No doubt, the deer have gotten to it.  Samantha also discovered that overripe plums make for a headache when they fall on your head.

At the Co-Op we shopped for some groceries and other miscellaneous foodstuffs including a carrot cake.  Samantha convinced me of the economy of buying an entire cake rather than just two slices.  Why have two slices when you can have a whole cake at half the per-slice cost?

Our total distance tonight was 3.2 miles

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Jogging in the first rains of Fall

This evening’s run featured the first real rains of the fall. Samantha and I were caught in a small deluge for most of our 2.2 mile run. The rain soaking through my running shirt felt good against my skin.

At first, we took a small detour up to the end of Lincoln Street. I always forget where the cutoff is that ties back into Witham Hill Road. Running up the hill toward our favorite local plum tree, we found a blueberry bush covered in fruit. It was perfectly ripe and quite delicious. At the plum tree, I pulled out a cloth bag that I had brought along for the express purpose of smuggling plums. There are now several dozen plums sitting in my fruit bowl waiting to be eaten.

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