Buzzing back from those 48 hours away I regaled Linda at length with Sunday’s inspirational events, completely oblivious to the should-have-been-obvious fact that the Sixth of January
represented something else entirely – OUR anniversary – said obliviousness turned what should
have been a joyous and celebratory evening into an Evening Most Grim, particularly after the Temperamental Ashley filled the whole house with woodsmoke. Most Grim.
Fortunately Mysterious Arrangements composed by dogs, aided by weather
conducive to outdoor dining [lunch, anyway] helped initiate detente,
but accompanied by [am I allergic to air travel?] the return of something very much like the Vancouver Cold, in this case an asymptomatic Malaise-ian Flu, the next several days, albeit
scenic, were rendered [unless one counts hours investigating Tundras of a certain age
on cars.com] completely unproductive. The Wolf Moon was a welcome distraction but as
the weather turned an unavoidable trip to Walsenburg took its
considerable toll as did Saturday’s nonetheless very enjoyable goose-soup-for-seven followed
by “Brothers in Art, Leonard Contino and Mark di Suvero”, a film Linda had in advance of Lenny’s upcoming retrospective in New Paltz, which is inspirational and enlightening if
one can find it. Sunday passed quietly undocumented, staying warm and passive with passive solar, etc.
Yikes! Joy-to-grim, health-to-malaise…despite your currently nice weather and pristine photos, life’s roller coaster plunges onwards. We feel a bit to blame with that Wild West party creating a large distraction to your normal ride.
Sorry! We hope all is forgiven and the sickness departs quickly!
AND your Anniversary is on Epiphany!
Even THAT didn’t deliver a wake-up call?!!!
Oh well, I understand dog houses these days are not so bad.
Doghouses these days up here are…COLD! I’ve made a note on the calendar, December 31, 2020: “Do NOT forget January 6th”.
Will it help?
Well, you should tell Linda that my spouse forgot my 70th birthday. He spent some time, not in the doghouse, but HELL for that!
Eeee…I can’t believe he’s still alive…
While it is unlikely that you are actually allergic to flying, one must, nevertheless, consider that a fully occupied airline passenger compartment is a kind of Petrie dish for the incubation of germ cultures.
I think post-flight malaise can have something to do with the irregular schedule, food consumption that comes before it….you enter that Petrie dish vulnerable. Just remember that three Kings come bearing gifts on your anniversary! 🥰