…and even had they gotten the message they probably wouldn’t hang up the phone**.
Messages for another…mess. Like the ones the likes of Bibi, JD, or OLD and their ilk are
plummeting us all into but, hey, here in Benicia town life went on; even if it was still February
Spring seemed to be rearing its ugly head and me, whether out and
about [dump truck, dumpster***…] in the ’45, at lunch
or down along the shore,
my life continued to be Derailed by The Past, specifically deeper dives into those two Owyhee
trips in the Jeep in 1978 and 1979…the one with the walkout
and the next year – broken heart temporarily soldered back together – with the girlfriend
which ended with rolling the Willys on the Bay Bridge. Willys finito, sort of.
Anyways…distractions for sure and here,
greening up,
the hummingbird was, fennelly enuf, back
on the fennel stalk just like last year,
and the weather was just warm enough, during a week L. was away every day and mightily
distracted with the installation of her Library Show, to visit Lucca for the first time this
season****, a season that brought out the classics, the one below restored by a guy who’s still campaigning it on days like these many years since. 1931 Model A cabriolet a hey hey…
and a not bad 4Runner, either…
As the grasses greened I kept making it down to the harbor, celebrating the weekend with – their favorite – another Repuppetlican War in the Middle East! Mary Geddry’s predicting that
if things don’t work out gasoline could shoot up to $3.50 a gallon [a great savings if one happens to live around here where it continuously flits around the five dollar mark] but other repercussions may, however, be considerably worse. The wine of arrogance, indeed.
*Ripped out of context from William Dalrymple’s “The Anarchy”
**A rephrasing of Alan Watts’ “When you get the message, hang up the phone”.
**The voluble lawyer in his shiny blue suit enthused as to how he’d had it wrapped in black so it wouldn’t look like a garbage bin but that didn’t seem to have worked IMHO. Better buy a Model 3 if you want all those fun features sans ridiculousness.
***We wait until the warm weather to eat outside as it’s way – way – too loud for our old ears within.