June 7, 2004

  • The End Of The Weekend


    Monday morning and the buzz is humming in your bones,
    a singular body wide ache that says you lived life well the
    past few days; the tired so desired.


    Friday to Sunday night I spent with my angel and our
    companions;devils and sinners alike.  We ate and drank
    and laughed; kibitzers of the night.


    We planned and charted our course, where?  At the Chart House,
    of course!  Our friends Diane and John came by and shared 
    a cocktail or two with us.  We were the ones who introduced
    these two to each other - match makers we?


    Then Saturday dawning cool and chilley we went north to
    celebrate an outstanding feat; Debs graduation with a BS
    in History.  The outstanding  part is she did this while raising
    three kids.  She was the top in her class; outstanding!!!
    Of course one of these fetes has the grills flaming and Aunts
    and relatives all bringing food - you pick at one of each dish
    until you feel like you are going to explode.  It didn't help that
    I was hitting the coffee at the end of the night like I was the
    undergrad and the exam was the next day.  Little sleep was
    had and even worse ....



    Disasterfication dreams ... those nasty nightmares
    where your Ego and you wrestle with scenarios of
    death and distruction of loved ones.  The Ego fears
    the loved one will destroy it and manifests that
    fear as an evil little thought tearing at your true
    substance ...


    Sunday dawned with high clouds looking like rain to our south
    but clear to the North.  We really wanted to get on the bikes
    and put in some serious saddle time so away we went.  The
    ride was an organized charity ride for the Essex National
    Heritage Commission.  This ride covered Ipswich, Beverly and
    towns north of Boston in Essex county and along the Essex
    river.  Marvelous!  After we spun through 60 miles of New
    England picture postcard beauty we lounged back at the start
    of the ride; free beer and friends.


    The rain caught up to us as we were heading home and it was
    Saturday leftovers, glasses of wine and reruns of Law and Order
    (Dumpt-dumm!)  Serious snuggling errupted in slow waves,
    changes of positions, soft kisses floated us to the bedroom ...


    ... waking on Monday morning, 5AM, eyes steel-wool scratchy,
    fumbling bumbling home; Life is good!