
It’s been a strange month so far. On the 3rd, Grams and Big Guy threw some chones into a suitcase and flew to New York. A week later they were back home; and Grams was in a full-blown funk. She’s just coming out of that this weekend. She wasn’t even going to do Thanksgiving dinner. I knew that she was coming ‘round when she bought the T.S.P. Turkey (that’s textured soy protein) for turkey day on Thursday. She is so thoughtful when it comes to my vegan ways. Then, today we hit Trader Joe’s and she got the rest of the fixings. I’ll be in a tryptophan haze by 4 p.m. on Thursday.
Of course, I hopped in the bicycle basket this morning. Fool that I am, I believed Big Guy when he said, “Let’s go to the bluffs!” I like the bluffs. It’s an easy ride, just one little hill and that’s only on the way there, we go a different route on the way back. Grams let me use her iPod. I set it on ‘shuffle’ and held on to the basket.
Wille Nelson got me “On the Road Again,” to the bike path on the big road. So far, so good. It was the Eagles’ “Hotel California,” up the street. Then, before I could say, “Whoa, Cowboy!” Big Guy turned off the path and went across the field that leads to the Tour de Terroir, and Grams followed. We were going up to the Point: this is my worst fear. All I could do is close my eyes shut and hold on for dear life.
Grams actually made it up the hill without breaking much of a sweat; which is more than I say about myself: I was sweating bullets. I have no idea what music was on, it could have been Spike Jones for all I knew. When we reached the top, Grams tapped me on the shoulder and I ventured a peek. Then, I checked my pulse: I have no idea what it was, I can’t count that fast.
Grams slowed down through the trees and fields and pretty soon we were at the Point. “Gweeds, look it’s the same as it was in February! See, it is the land of eternal spring. Oh, I wish it would look more like autumn!” Just then, on the iPod, the Rolling Stones started singing, “Wild Horses.” I started singing it to Grams. That got her. She had to admit I was right. I knew that the Hill o’ Death was still ahead of us but, at that mo’, it didn’t matter. Nature had her beauty on at 10 decibels above the threshold of pain and I was in my happy place.
It was warm, the sky was clear, the sea sparkled, and a the mist was flowing around the mouth of the slough. Yes, it’s mostly always the same here. Of course, I can remember the El Niňo year, when I thought that we’d float away any day. But, we didn’t and eventually the sun re-appeared. This year is supposed to be an El Niňo one again, but we haven’t seen any sight of it yet. It's spikey yellow balls every day in the forecast on my home page.
I’m starting to plan our Spring trip to Wales and Scotland. Actually, Emlyn is planning most of it. All I have to do is get us there and back. Easy peasy. Oooh, “Prime Minister’s Questions” is coming on. Grams says that Tony Blair gave David Cameron what for on Wednesday and it's worth a look see. Gotta go.
A dopo e Moochas Smoochas,
Please give what you can to Médecins sans Frontières (Doctors without Borders).
And, of course
平和 に 働 き
(hewa ni hataraki: work for peace)
*Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away
I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away
I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let's do some living after we die
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them some day
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them some day
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