Mumble mumble mutter

I really don’t feel like writing. I don’t feel like doing much of anything at this point except taking about six months off from work and riding my bike as far as I can. That sounds mighty appealing right now. Not because of anything in particular; I just kind of woke up and found myself at this point a while ago.

So, holidays. Last week on Tuesday I woke up and promptly vomited. I won’t go into detail, but let’s just say it was mighty unpleasant. Everyone in my family has gotten this bug, with the exception of my brother who wisely stayed in Connecticut this year. Whatever this bug was, it was nasty. By Tuesday night I was feverish and hallucinating.

The sickness was complicated slightly by the fact that Tuesday was the day Kelly took off and I began dog sitting. She had already gotten on a plane in the morning, so in the afternoon I had to drive over to her house. I probably put myself and others in unnecessary danger doing so, but it was worth it. Bailey and Morgan looked after me while fever burned itself out. Having a couple of dogs handy makes being sick a lot easier to bear.

Once that was done, I went up to Hunt for Christmas with the branch of the family that lives out there. On the twisty back road of FM 1340, I ran across a fallen tree branch (see the previous post). My puny Accord could not get over the chunks of wood that were blocking the way, so I pulled over and started to clear it up. As soon as I got out of the car, a van, a truck and a chopper pulled up. The guy on the chopper looked like a hit man out of a Robert Rodriguez movie. He had prison tattoos around his eyes and a bandanna with a grinning skull face covering his mouth. When I saw him and his friends pull up, my first thought was that I’d just walked into an ambush.

Luckily, the guy was a lot nicer than he looked – or maybe he’d already filled his murder quota for the day. In any case, the group of us had the road cleared in a couple of minutes and we all went on our ways.

The weekend was ridiculously mild and sunny. I think it hit 80° on Christmas day. I threw the ball for the dogs and let them frolick in the river and generally act like dogs. They had a great time and were worn out by the time we headed back. Again, see the photos in the previous post.

I won’t go into a lot of detail about the various feasts and parties. They were great, it was good to see the extended family and catch up with everyone. I will mention my favorite moment of Christmas evening though. I brought my fiddle out of storage for a little while and practiced “Good King Wenceslas” and “Joy to the World” a couple of times until I almost had them down. My sister-in-law heard me practicing and found the music for “Joy to the World” on the piano and called me in for a duet. My sister sang the words and we had a very nice little impromptu concert. Next year I want to expand to “Bring a Torch, Jeanette, Isabella”.

Happy Holidays, everyone.

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  1. Amanda Says:

    Seattle is pretty far and you could do it in 6 months. You’re welcome anytime :) Glad your holiday was good. Ours was filled with the happy squealing of a toddler.

  2. denise Says:

    Yikes, sounds like a crisis of the spirit. I’ve found a couple of things that might help (although it may end up being the equivalent of the 6-month bike ride): an hour of kick-boxing followed by an hour of yoga. It’s very cathartic, even though the combination kinda says “I shall maintain my inner serenity while I kick your *ass*.” :-)

    Hang in there, kid.

  3. Pippy Says:

    “… cycling is a remedy for dyspepsia, torpid liver, incipient consumption, nervous exhaustion, rheumatism and melancholia.”
    — Frances Willard, A Wheel Within a Wheel, 1895

    You know its true!
    I’m needing to get pedaling just about now too.
    Happy New Year!