and the week beyond, surely, but for Christmas another one of those impeccable mornings and
a variety of weather as unexpected as it was entertaining.
We laid out the paltry present-pile, subsequently augmented
when afternoon brought more packages and the impeccable grandchild, innocent of greed, presenting presents all around and happy with whichever surprise befell him…
including, aha, a goose, with dinner accompanying.
The evening, young as it was, left me, wrapped if not rapt in the KC Cold, a-doze on the couch as familiar [and less so] familial tales drifted in and out of consciousness until not so late.
One pretty amazingly fortuitous coincidence was that Luz’ gift to me, a restored vintage Wyndotte tractor,
proved the perfect match for the Buddy L Texaco tanker that’s been kicking around here since before I showed up some thirty years ago…
Boxing Day L. and I set off, my longest walk so far,
to Dean’s to collect a painting and
[not Izel’s painting]
see how the Other Dog lives.
Later…small walks and flurries of action,
mild action, interspersed with periodic collapses were the order of the day…days.
…and more days;
Wednesday, with Christine adventuring off to New Mexico in a U-Haul, Luz and Izel made a pizzelle-making visit.
Then Thursday a run to the ‘burg, La Veta for me for some reassurances from the LV PT as to Foot’s Progress and so forth while sculptural re-arrangings and drama transpired at the ‘bib until
a lunch of Christian Food [ample but tasteless burritos blanketed in flour tortillas the dimensions of dish towels] at the Plaza, where everyone’s all sweet nonetheless.
Afterwards I amused myself outside City Hall L. while got the title for her truck sorted
before an uneventful ride back to the ranch…
and an end of year playlist;
Leonard Cohen, ; “You Want it Darker”
Aka Gunduz Kutbay; “ASK”, Turkish classical flute
Brian Eno; “Music for Airports”
So, Happy New Year, our Eventful Social Calendar precluding more elaborate best wishes…
but Best Wishes all the same.