Monday, February 10, 2003

When things are really good,

When things are really good, you owe it to yourself to appreciate them.  Some days have memorable moments; some are to be cherished from start to finish.  Saturday I had what our panel of experts would call a “good day.” What’s so damn good about it, you ask me, buried to your knees in the muck and persiflage of another day ruined by work?  It was just one of those days removed from time, a whole day when nothing was late, nothing was rushed, and nothing was lacking. 

Here, let me lay some specifics on you and see if that helps.

* Pink Blossoms against Perfect Blue Skies
* Golden Gate Bridge (twice)
* Cruise Control (making this the first official road trip in the new car)
* Soul Coughing
* Quail
* Point Reyes National Seashore
* Historic Ranches A through M, founded 1853 through 1877
* Picnic Lunch on the Mossy Rocky Fingers Jutting out into the Surf
* Shredded Chicken Sandwiches with Curry Katsup and Mango Chutney
* Petit Ecoliers
* Mellow Shuttle Bus
* Sparrow Hawk (we think)
* The Spankatorium (photo not available)
* Lighthouse
* Grey Whales spouting out in the Farralon Sound
* Elephant Seals frolicking in pods of twenty or so
* Free Cocoa and Coffee
* Dozens more Elephant Seals up on the beach
* BBQ Corn on the outdoor deck
* Oyster Stew with huge succulent totally fresh oysters—delicate flavor, sublime texture
* Breaking in the car - at long last (no not like that)
* Blue Country Heart

-- All this, basking the whole day in the company of my darling wife, whom I rarely get alone for very long.  When Sunday came I could accept my fate of housework and drudgery, because Saturday still was cheering me up.  Okay, Sunday was still fun.  But Saturday - damn, that kind of day deserves special notice.