Ode to a Black Eyed Pea
The child refuses to eat black eyed peas. He's not really a child anymore, but he's still & always will be "our" child. The year needs some luck and without him just trying ONE black eyed pea, it may all go to hell... again. I can't remember if he had one last year on 1-1-20, but there's a pretty good chance that he did not. Not that we're blaming all of 2020 on him, but who knows?
We've tried to disguise them in the Texas Cowboy Caviar or beautifully prepared with vegetables and sausage or hiding it under the ham or even a teaspoon fresh from the can. We tried wrapping it in bologna, like you would if you were feeding your puppy a pill. It takes everything he's got just to swallow one.dang.pea. It's just one. One for the world. Just one pea. Give Peas a Chance, child.
After ribbing and cajoling, he ate one. This year might be a little better than last year. Thanks to the child.
1/4/2020. -Wimberley, Texas
Sister Golden Pants
A near perfect day in the Hill Country.
Sitting distanced from everyone on the porch at a local restaurant, I notice two lovers on the lower patio. We are merely the landscape, like tiny trees and clouds in a Bob Ross painting to them.
He brought his ukulele and plays love songs. She wears her marigold colored pants with the tiny top that shows just a hint to midriff, just because.. well.. 20.
She sits with her legs propped up on the bench. He wears his sunglasses and sings of her beauty.
The ukulele even has a fancy case. It's life affirming to witness, amidst the distancing and the masks.
I can hear a note or two, but mostly I hear the traffic from the street and the song "If you like Pina Coladas" through the speaker right above my head. This was almost a perfect scene until the Pina Colada played. Now I will be singing "If you like making love at midnight, on the dunes of the cape..." for the rest of the day. The lovers will be kissing and holding hands and not singing the Pina Colada song. They will singing the tune that the brave lover was singing to the tiny top and golden pant sprite. Maybe they will be singing How Deep is Your Love or You are So Beautiful or Brown Eyed Girl, by the creek, on this almost perfect day in the Hill Country.
Now Dream Weaver is playing, boxing Pina Colada right out of my brain, saving my day from a pink & baby blue, feathered hair flashback. Things are looking good again.