A day to remember, without a doubt. And not just because I have a new truck. Nor just because it is Guy Fawkes Day in the UK (and Muir Beach). Remember, remember the 5th of November: gunpowder, treason and plot. Because we did something that put us back on the good side of history. You know what I mean. For someone who can really express all this read Mark Morford on sfgate.com. I defer to his sinuous prose.
Now...the truck! 96 Ford Ranger, 5-speed. My better half has an interim position that takes her a little way north of here to what we refer to as the Marin of Santa Fe (it's really Tesuque), and the Vespa is retired for the winter, so I got to get transport for around town. One toyed with the idea of an old British sports car, but cold reality gripped me and shook me: too low-slung for the terrain around here. Dang. So, of course, the next thing anyone would turn to is a little truck, no? The hay bale just appeared in the back yesterday afternoon — not my idea, but funny. Guess whose idea that was.
Cold today with a wall-to-wall carpet of gold leaves all over the ground from the aspens disrobing. November is such a great month, finally, again, not a month of more disappointment and cynicism. Oops — back on politics! Just can't help it now!
Now off to work to make the world safe for local foods. Thinking of all of you.
