Monday, January 29, 2007

R.I.P. Newt


This morning I woke up in Pleasant Hill before my alarm after finishing a whirlwind day of babies and hellos and good-byes at Megan's to catch up after a month of missing one another and drove home to make breakfast, change into sweats, and go to training by 6.

Okay, by 6:05. Our stride has improved in the last week. In the same half hour walk we've gone from covering less than a quarter of the Lake Merritt perimeter to almost the first quarter of the lake from the Cascade Stairs to the Henry J. Kaiser convention center. Within a few weeks we'll begin our jog/run regimen. So far my tunes keep me happy. A Samba house number kept me tracing patterns in the sidewalk this morning and giggling to myself like I was in kindergarten.

I was so juiced after this morning's brisk walk that I did laundry before 7 am and then went back home.

A few hours later after making a cumin-lemon grilled salmon arugula salad for lunch and taking a little nap and shower I walked to open the gate and noticed a flat, white-bellied carcass. My heart sank in the gorgeous Monday mid-morning sun.

My fear is that it is the newt from Saturday. How sad. Our relationship was so short.

3 comments:

Karen said...

Well, you know. These little amphibians aren't the brightest link in the food chain. This one time, when I went to science camp, a newt managed to find its way into my overnighter (and NO I DID NOT put it there. I wanted a pet, but not that badly). We found it the evening I got home, swimming on top of the laundry in the washer. My ex-stepprick dispatched it with some pliers, forever earning my enmity. But once I tempered my utter hatred of him into a steady and manageable contempt, I had to wonder just wtf the damn newt was thinking when it wandered into my bag in the first place. I mean, hello?! Since when does a duffel look like a mossy boulder?!

Anyway...I do feel sorry for your carport buddy, but perhaps its species would be better served by those with a better sense of direction?

O said...

RIP newt. I enjoyed reading about you. Alas...

wrki said...

LOUD SOB