The southern end of the Candelaria Bench Trail.
My work, such as it is, is done for the year.
Actually, I’ve already shipped the first cartoon of the New Year to Bicycle Retailer and Industry News. That hole in the back of the book won’t fill itself, after all. Especially since all the hate mail goes up front.
I should’ve celebrated with a bike ride, but I didn’t feel like pulling on all that winter kit, like some elderly knight gearing up for a quest. So instead I went for a short march through the foothills, figuring I’d finish breaking in the low-rise Merrell hikers I’ve mostly been using for street wear.
Looking west along Comanche.
El Rancho Pendejo sits at the bottom of a cul-de-sac and endures considerable shade on its eastern and southern sides, especially when the sun is low in the sky, so I always think it’s going to be colder outside than it really is. And our little weather station said 32 degrees with a brisk wind out of the north.
But once I got out in it I enjoyed myself immensely, in large part because it’s harder for the shit-flinging monkeys of the media to draw a bead on a moving target.
The lightweight boots felt great on the trail, so I scampered up a couple short climbs just for giggles. While I was up there I took a nice long sight along Comanche at all the country I haven’t been able to visit this year.
Hey, at least I was outside. Forty-five minutes, an hour, hour and a half … they’re not much, these little expeditions of mine, but they’re a whole lot better than nothing at all. A small thing, but oh, how very, very necessary.
And now that the vaccines are rolling out, maybe it won’t be long before the people who’ve been locked down for real, for months, in nursing homes, group residences, and assisted-living facilities, will be able to get a breath of fresh air. Even if they have to take it through a mask, in a wheelchair, on a sidewalk.
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December 15, 2020 at 7:04 pm |
We hope that Herself The Elder will soon be able to go outside, sit in the sun, and share the fresh air with you guys. What a year this has been.
I need some dirt time real bad.
December 15, 2020 at 7:14 pm |
For real. It’s been a rough one over there, for residents, families, and staff alike. She barely got settled in and then boom! Up goes the drawbridge, down comes the portcullis. Occasionally there is confinement within the confinement (to one’s room). Nobody signed for this, but we got it anyway.
December 15, 2020 at 7:46 pm |
Been a bitch of a year, hasn’t it?
But at least we are just lying safe and low and trying to stay clear of Mr. Covid’s ambush. Talked to my first wife’s sister in law today. My little brother in law from the first time around spent a few months on a feeding tube after surgery, chemo, and radiation for throat cancer that has, apparently, resulted in spots on his lungs.
As if this year wasn’t a fucker of enough. My friend and I go back a long way, to 1974 to be exact. I was in deep shit fighting off a legion of devils in my head as an undergrad and he was getting ready for JV wrestling and middle school. Damned if time doesn’t fly when you are having fun.
Stay well out there.