6:37 p.m. - October 24, 2002
Shake that ass, grandma
This morning like the penumbra not quite dawn, no longer night, I watched a group of senior citizens do falun gong or tai chi (??) with the lake as backdrop and a slight breeze. Like watching a school of fish, moving in tandem slowly, almost like savoring each execution. I thought it was beautiful.
I do not know enough to identify the exercise.
I'm taking off this coming week. The agency is perturbed. I'm perturbed. I'm going camping. Or something.
