Spring Stuff

In anticipation of spring, jogging was reinstated about a month ago. Jogging is painful, jogging is agony. But not jogging brings anxiety-- the solitude [well, we go together, but his long legs keep Aaron a good bit ahead], the scenery, the healthiness demand to be fed. So we jog. Our neighbors seem to think this is adorable. They get broad smiles as we stride out, and call out "Healthy, aren't you?"

The healthiness is also being fed by salsa. Yes, there are salsa lessons here! The teacher is a short Japanese woman who has learned the tantalizing step of Latin dancers. Her rear, typically flat, maneauvers saucily. I don't know how she can walk down the street without cat calls.

The bugs are returning. Horrifically, there are even a few early cicadas. Reassuringly, the frogs are asserting themselves. With the paddies being flooded, their ribbits are a thrumming purr of contentedness. I like to imagine each ribbit brings death to a bug.