BEYOND THE SOLSTICE

= Loudest xmas in years.

* * * Very peaceful tho * * * Nothing quite like it since leaving NYC many moons ago * * * My Kitchen Sisters had their youngest daughters together with them for first time since they did this here a year ago ~ they're all hived up in the main room, clustered around a laptop and Skyping with Rels halfway around the world. Loudly. Not a quiet bunch to begin with and they're doing some serious hootin, laughin like sailors on leave. Some of the younguns Over There are talking online for the first time ~ Erlinda hasn't been home in six years ... Global Village indeed. Got one cooking right here in front of the fire * * * Way too much food is, apparently, a Pinay tradition of the season. * * * Put on R&R sound all day long ~ Monterey Pop! ~ but have now turned to Herbie Hancock's "Possibilities" ~ been wearing that disk out for months *** Rained sideways for maybe a minute this afternoon, a real California rarity (under 15" annual here) ~ first such pour I've seen, but it lacked Thunders. Hear there are Thundersnows nearing Meesheegan. * * * At-hand is 4-pack of Old Rasputin Russian Imperial Stout from North Coast Brewing in Ft. Bragg CA, wherever that may be. I'm partial to darks, and this has a sweet cling I don't often find ~ really like this stuff ... "Its got a beat and you can dance to it" * * * Little Kobe has an attention deficit, but he's just a little-bitty. Not like a Lab or a Rott rocketing thru the living room like an F-16, but this dog is Undisciplined and needs to learn a few simple rules starting with 'four feet on the floor.' Think I'll invest in a squirt gun. * * * Online 'card' from the Estonian Roadwraith ~ she's in Costa Rica amongst Mayan potters, probably disappearing for another month or two ... talk about long, strange trips = Genuinely Interesting Blog..
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Had to make grocery run this afternoon for two of life's Necessities ~ toilet paper and firelogs. Snagged last box of latter and thought I had it made when Fate intervened in form of a Really Fat Woman blasting her cart thru any empty space she had half a chance at, just like Fridays on the Five. I bailed out of her way but wrenched a knee and by 2 PM was gimping, god fucking dammit ... two solid months without incident or significant Pain and I'm dusted by a shopping cart. Only in America ... Back around Labor Day I had a similar incident with a non-Union cowboy on a front-loader. How I managed to roll away from that unscathed & nonplussed is another tale, but this is so fucking stoopid. The pain isn't that bad and I've taken care of it with a Saigon bud I've been working on for six hours ~ maybe .3g total and half gone. ["This'll take you right back" said the countewrman, an earnest 20-something. "Better not! We're all in BFT when that happens ... ]

Keith Richards just turned 65, so I figure I have half a chance to get my knees that far, too.

That's what Surgeon said we're shooting for, and I'd be happy to make it. Wish me luck.
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Have been 'talking' to The Fellow online about matters ethnobotanic & biochemical ... he's got a 2 year-old with almost same name as my 93 year-old, same birthday ... yeah we're on the same beam about the deficient nature of cannabinoid research and the Ways & Means by which it may be corrected. He's got an nDn pal, an 'apothecary' down in southwestern Michigan, maybe a Bodwadmi, at least likely Anishinaabeg ... if this guy (the nDn) is Authentic, somebody else is getting an xmas present. What an gift, someone to lift the Veil and take you through ...



= 25 Dec 08