5.28.00

Let me give some facts. A little over three weeks ago I was in a car accident that totaled the car I was driving. This was the one I was borrowing -- my grandmother's car. No one was hurt; it's just that the car is old and it was an SUV that plowed into me. Long story short: Insurance bought the thing and now I'm bus bound. It's a fine way to be for the time being as it's actually better to take the bus where I'm headed. Only thing is, it's harder to get the chores done and I'm back to begging for rides to accomplish those things. Other things like trauma of being in an accident, having to say goodbye to the car so suddenly and, worst of all, the car being grandma's, all stream on in the psyche. Last weekend Angela came with me and my cousin and my cousin and lo-and-behold-Pearl for the ascent of Ellinor, which is the littlest one, remember? but not that you know that it's the best bang for the effort. Tell you weather was fair at the bottom/morning and blustery at the top/afternoon. But we did it, we did. Leg after leg and axe pole through the hole in the snow you know that I know that rhythm and so it went up to the wet and the cold lunch atop. Here's what you should take away: it felt good, not quite effortless, but more so than usual. And what caused it was two things, which were minimal ankle pain (a curse) and -- you got it - those nights at the gym. So I know what you're waiting for and it's this: down. A thousand feet rushing under like a white water river in reverse. This long weekend isn't yet finished and I've already been away and back again. This time Yvonne and Alan were up from San Francisco. I booked a B&B and we headed off for San Juan Island in a rented SUV, of all things. We walked around Roche Harbor and the mausoleum, napped, and approached the beach the first day. That night we ate Chinese, the gelatinous American kind, in Friday Harbor and the chef was Korean. Among the Chinese cuisine on the menu were Japanese, Korean, and Thai items. This place, The China Pearl, is your island one-stop Asian grazin' station. We ordered one Korean dish and it was the best of what we ordered; even better than some Korean food in Korea. No one's going to order Korean food out there - be real - so we figured the chef really put his maum into it. The B&B people were another tired pair. Their house was filled with thick and grainy wooden Balinese furniture that drew our admiration. They said it came with house and we pondered that. Day Two brought me back to you by boat and SUV, via a long nap after three. I don't know what the rest of the weekend holds in store. This night won't end any time soon, I can feel it; and when morning comes…we'll see. And other than that, I work days and nights and workout at night or ride the bus to some other end of town, carving the town up with trapezoids. But work is fine, the money is fine. Finally.

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