Salutatory Sunday it is, yeah, yeah, yeah:
“I wanna live with a cinnamon girl; I could be happy the rest of my life with a cinnamon girl” ………Neil
“It’s never too late to do nothing” ……………………………………………ZEN
“No seed ever see the flower” ………………………………………………Papi
So my friends, a longish and brackish week, with trial, triumph and trauma…. true dat…. slipping into darkness…. reveals the week in short Koans by day…. too little to describe-too much to ignore….really, goin’ up the country, baby where you want to go…gonna make if short, short, short in this cohort….lovin’ the sport….in all its warts…..
Sunday in the park……two hours of pickin’ in the cold and wet for the fulfillment of Cider Haze. Have you ever been really cold and had a hot cider fresh from da press…….and fresh baked cider donut? Speaking of cider donuts….’nuff said………. Roster of band: The Cape Do-It couple, The Cantankerous retired Vet Doc, God ‘s Own Mandolin Player, The Cohunes Man and Ferlin’…such a night…..
Monday, Monday: slipped into town and ye olde Price Choppa…for some goods and a sneak attack at the seafood counter for a mess of fried seafood platter (8.99)..while nobody is lookin…slippin’ away to another day….Music folks back with john in garage as he begins to fade more rapidly…….dark days proceeding, but the Circle Will NOT be Broken….
Tubesday- slipped in a quick early morning trip to the spring house for some stretch and lift and a soak…….then, comin’ down the mountain as he comes, as he comes…to Albany INTERNATIONAL for quick fly to Baltimore…have you ever got to TSA and realized you could not find tour license….who let the dogs out…..hoo….hoo….hoo……….ye old Baltimore …Mt Vernon brownstones, with literate, paparazzi, Bangladeshi, makin’ messy…..boutiquey Hotel indigo….with a sitting room in my suite…and a view………………….
Wednesday wobble- went for a run………..led to major limp…all day planning meeting for the 15- years –in the making- blessed training event……how to 7 people get to know each other a whole lot better……sharing massive plates of Ethiopian..…no utensils or napkins…………….sharing each other’s drool laced fingers…face dripping in delight……………………OOHMMMMMM………………..
Thurbish-day- Delivering the gospel to 50 apostles from all over eh country……Families may or not be part of the problem, but they are ALWAYs part of the solution………….pulled Stuart Smalley incantations out of my bag of ticks…..…imagine 50 adults yelling to partners: I’m good enuff, I’m smart enuff…and gosh darn it, people like me…………elevating to a new level of total PC…..or not………beautiful dinner at top of classy Hotel Revival…with skyline and full moon thru picture windows….open bar only so far…took me half hour to limp four blocks back to hotel……getting badder…foreshadowing?
Friday/ MyDay- burst of training mania…….taking home the two day intensive………..many new friends, hugs, kisses, tic tocs together……ding dong, the witch is dead…..blitz to airport…practically crawling to the gate…….landed back at ALB…..TQ messages nowhere to go an X-ray till Monday in our remote kingdom (except ER , of course, which I have pledged to try and never enter again)……found Urgency Carefree open on drive home in Troy….x-rays ….no break….but Got Gout this is, unfortunately, not a same word twice error)…been ignoring symptoms and charging on for weeks………. and now got bad foot rising with moon…. steroids……road are………. sex all night thoughts…..spare-me
Saturday- D-Master gone again….becoming hot bed of rumor mill……the painter of a month ago, stopped by; disgusted with his referral total no follow thru…claims he will take care of it all in the spring….looking at him, we wonder what are odds he is with us till then…TQ planning of send him supplements and kale until painting is done….she also ruminating about stealing Ivy to go home with us….more planting…more home improvements…………………..more amazon gift cards to spend without Papi seeing the bill….drink , drink that swill….tryin’ to not reach overkill….Back on the train with roids, elevation, ice and edibles. (think’ of weed, whites and wine…. give me a sign….and I’ be willin’’….to be movin’)
Back round and round……. it’s the circle game…Papi on the IL…. maybe no jog for a few days…. after brazenly doing 2 miles after I got to B-more and then limping to finish line)
Filled in my absentee ballot with great joy today…are you allowed to black out anyone on there????
Off to the “Islands” for annual fall visit this week for three nights-saying mid-70s, sunny and PEAK…. oh joy….I’m yer boy….I’m your toy……and I don’t want no one but you to love me………………………….I wouldn’t lie….I’m not that kind of guy……………and, away we go
Yada-Yada- Yada…………au revoir mes amis, M. Stuard
