Wednesday, May 26, 2010
I saw a rainbow this evening after a good ride with the hardman/cupcake/mystery the untameable stallion/powder (Stevie.) It was a ribbon of color against a dark blue sky, which of course made me think of the rainbows you see in a sheen of oil in the Shop-n-Go parking lot- no way to escape the thoughts of the Gulf of Mexico suffocating. Oh well. I have come to the conclusion that we deserve it I guess. We should have listened to Jimmy Carter when we had the chance and put on the sweaters and bought the tiny cars. God forbid I feel perspiration as I type on these keys.
See you all in hell. Oh wait. We are already here.
On a more positive note, because you have got to stay positive, the malaise is lifting. I implemented about 35% of Mingo's plan for robust living and things are turning around. I am going to make my peace with the Angry Monk again. I drank, ate, and was merry and tomorrow we die- unless we get in the saddle, place the bit in our pouting jowls and get out of this slump the way we got into it, by ourselves.
Slow and low that is the tempo.