Sunday, November 16, 2008

Autumnal


The Canada Geese have since moved one.
Their V's arching across the sky, trailing the memories of last year's migration.
For a time they would land on the field behind the middle school, mingle in tight groups before the recess bell would ring and middle school students would run after them.  It is in their chasing I could see the mimicry of nature,  the children run with arms outstretched as if they were once again five and hoping, with enough speed, they would take off.  Alas, they were grounded while massive wing's of the geese pumped, until at last they flew in formation, wings spread as far as nature would allow.
And once again I get sick.
Not that there is ever a good time to be sick, I had to get sick on the weekend I was to go see the Sharks play in San Jose.  Albeit, I could have bought tickets at any time, I have wanted to go with a group of people for some time now. This was a great time for it - a great group of people and my fiance - how cold I ask for more?
So..... This was my weekend:
Sleep
Wake up and take some NyQuil
Sleep
Wake up and take some NyQuil
Put in another movie
Sleep
Wake up and fix an English Muffin
Start the stove in prep for some tea
Take some NyQuil
Sleep
Wake up in a panic and stagger to the stove before all water has boiled out of pot.
Prepare another pot
Yeah....you can get the picture from there.  The nice thing about Nyquil during the day on a weekend is it forces you to actually take a load off.  Hits like a tone of bricks and you start to feel better.  I find that I wake up - generally - 4 hours later, just in time for (YOU GUESSED IT!) another set of two green pills.
Forget following the rabbit down the hole - that Sorry Sack of Fur  was still flirting with Alice when I fell in.  
Man... Float like a butterfly sting like a bee...
and now here I am at school today ready go and feeling almost fine. Andrea was home, she had fun, what more could a person want?
Alas...
No Canada Geese, but some pretty tree colors to brighten even the dreariest of autumnal days.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Where the Blue Grass Grows

San Francisco is not a likely place to find myself any given weekend.  While I enjoy the city and the visits I have had, i feign from the large crowds of strangely dressed individuals, the neurotic ideals of being current in fashion and trend.
Every country has their city.  England has London, Ireland has Dublin, Thailand has Bangkok. 
This one just has a city for every geographical local.  S.F. is on the the forefront of liberal front as far as cities go.
I digress.  
Jamie and Sharon, Andrea and myself went to the ever famous Fillmore Music Hall - home of such popular acts as the Doors, Grateful Dead, Janis Joplin... the 60's in general - to go see one of my favorite bands.  Old Crow Medicine Show was and continues to be the best performance I have ever seen live.  The more I hear them, the more I see them, the more I realize the special kind of talent.
And why not bluegrass?
I think the good people of the world should travel to where the grass grows blue and stay a while.  A good crop of Blue Grass is good for the soul.  It picks you up, it understands the bad times, rejoices in the good.