Thursday, November 26, 2009

It Ain't So Bad

We're old. We both felt it today as we climbed up Vallejo St.
You were a damned good sport when the long monotony of I-5 was calling so alluringly, like ancient reruns when one is ill or discouraged.
I was trying to share a view of the bay, coaxing you with walk and talk of mountains and sunny days that we've climbed in the past remembering the moon through the giant Redwoods we'd wound around the night before.

You know what's missing? My famous old endurance, surprise and your smile.
The one that I've seen flash golden, stunned as though you were Henry Carter making the discovery of Egypt's child pharaoh, Tutankhamun.

Can't seem to crack that tomb.

But darling I'm thankful both for the walk and iced coffee at Mel's.

From Thanksgiving '09

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Winter Reflection

From A Place Where The Edge Feels Like Skin

Today, the delight of listening to live radio via the internet brings me to near tears after so many years of being too far away to get 'a signal' from our beloved public radio station, KHNS.
Catching Prairie Home Companion, in front of the woodstove on a NASTY November day.

Makes home all the homier.