1/1/21
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. 
73 Degrees
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. 




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 Well that was weird. 
   
I had the strangest dream.  I dreamed that on January 1st of 2020 I was singing with The Mystiqueros at one of the most iconic and fabulous places in the world, Gruene Hall.  I was dancing with friends, standing next to Ron Flynt, gazing out in the packed audience and smiling so huge that my face hurt.  It was a beautiful night, filled with beer,  love and snacks that our friend Mary Johnson made & passed around to the entire crowd.  It was a glorious ending to a great band.  The Final Mysitquero show. It was sad, but soulful.   Everyone loved that dang band.. but after 13 years,  it was time to move on.   I floated on that hippie musical love wave for a long time.   January was full of gigs and fun.  February was full of gigs and more fun.   March was full of baseball and gigs and oh holy hell, what?!   The TP is being hoarded at HEB?  I heard the crowd at the Leander High baseball game nervously talking about this virus and how it is making people stock up on TP and paper towels and cleaning supplies and hand sanitizer and Oreos.   And wine.  For the love of all things holy.. NOT the wine.   

We had a gig the next night in Dripping Springs.   It was weird not to hug our friends.   It was the introduction of the elbow bump.  It was bizarre to talk about something so foreign as a "Pandemic" and not just the normal stuff like blowing our diets, what our kids were up to and where we were planning on going for Spring Break.   I remember a pack of kids all gathering around our friend,  and fellow musician, Marion Brackney...while she crouched down and showed them her violin close up.  There were probably 6 kids  staring at Marion with awe.  Like some kind of real life super hero.   It was beautifu.l and the night was, although strange,  still kind of beautiful too.  It was a tiny bit of heaven, amidst the looming news.

 Then I woke up.  Then we all woke up.  

I just looked back on all of the months in my 2020 calendar.  All of the gigs cancelled, trips cancelled, games cancelled.   New, strange virtual plans implemented.  Bad days.  Sad days.  Good days.  It was the roller coaster of roller coasters. It was like The Galactic Vomitronasorous in the worst theme park ever.    I had a year like that in 1994 and 1996. And 2013. But those were merely 1st and 2nd runner up and the Miss Congeniality of bad years.  This year though...  was just flat surreal for all of us. The Twisted Surrealasaurus. We all had things cancelled.  We all stayed home and washed our hands into chappedom.  We all grieved for what could have been.  Some of us experienced the deepest of sorrows, in the hardest of years.

Deep Breath.  Deep Pause.  Continued Faith.  Abundant Prayers.  Vigilant Care.  

We throw away last year's calendar and we start anew.    Even though logically, it is just another day... it feels fresh to our psyche to begin again.   Metaphorically, the slate is clean.  It's good to clear out the junk of the past year, closets, garages, the pantry, attitudes, self loathing and the liquor cabinet.    It's good to write down new goals, hopes and dreams.  It feels right to create a positive roadmap... and hope we can get to the next level that our souls desire.   Maybe this year.  Maybe this year.   Maybe this year will be my year.   I think there are a bunch of us who could be healthier, strive to be happier and do our best to be better humans than we were at the Piggly Wiggly in the paper aisle in the 3rd week of March.   

Some lessons learned from 2020?   Be Kind & take care of each other.  Don't hoard shit.  Pick up after yourself.  Plant a garden.  Plant a tree.  Recycle your tequila bottles.  Write some poetry.  Paint the playground.  Take a walk. Take responsibility.  Take science to heart. Be thankful.  Wash your hands.  Wash them again.  Wear a mask.  Wear a mask and volunteer.  Call your friends.  Call your family.  Don't take travel for granted.  Don't take each other for granted.  Don't take your vibrant health for granted.  Eat an apple rather than the Scoobydoodles.  Take vitamins. Read a book.  And maybe, when we leave this big blue marble, perhaps the generations will say... "It took a pandemic, but they kind of got some things right." 

 Yesterday I drove home from a beautiful day in Luckenbach.  For those of you who have not been,  Luckenbach is a cool place in the Hill Country of Texas where one can sit and listen to great music , have a beer and meet all kinds of interesting folks.  It was a perfect weather day.  People were kind and listened peacefully to the music. It felt a bit like church.  Church with beer and puppies.   The gospel was delivered by song, the congregation was diverse, fun and colorful.  It was All Saints Day and it felt like it.  I did not know who was going to vote for whom and I did not see any friction either way.  What I saw was love.  Love and more love.  People buying beverages for each other.  Kids running up and down the hills and climbing trees.  There was no argument when one had to put on a mask to order drinks.  People minded each other's space.   A few even sat away from the crowd, quietly yet proactively minding their own health.   

We live about an hour and a half drive from Luckenbach.  My husband has played the first Sunday of the month (March-Nov) for 10 years now.   We have spent a lot of time witnessing the magic of this place.  We know that every place has its quirks, drama and troubles... but yesterday felt immune to it all.   It's always a tough place to leave, because you know eventually you have to jump back into real life.  

I left a little early in the set because 1:  I knew if I stayed, I would be there until 8 and would have to dodge the deer all the way home.  And 2:  I had to get home to let our sweet dog out.   It was a nice drive home.  No deer and not too much Sunday traffic.  I listened to Brene' Brown's podcast most of the way, sprinkled in with new Bruce Springsteen and some vintage Aretha Franklin.  The sunset was particularly gorgeous.  I tried to take an artsy photo of the sky in my rear-view mirror (like you see on instagram)  but I thought I'd better keep my eyes on the windy road instead.  Plus it seems like each time I think I can wrangle the sky in a phone photo, it looks like I am trying to wrangle the sky in a phone photo.   With the time change, the colors of the sky were looking like a Bob Ross painting.  OH!  And then... the moon!!   Making her dramatic exit as the featured guest star on a Saturday night Halloween.  I could see her rise in the mirror and then to my right and then to my left and then to my right again.   (FM 1431 is a winding road).   She was lighting my way home.  

When I reach the town of Lago Vista, reality starts to sink in.  I will soon be making my way back to the rows and rows of homes, abundance of traffic and perhaps a palpable tension lingering in the air.   I pass through another small town and slowly creep up on my left hand turn into our neighborhood.  It's a nice neighborhood with good folks... but I wasn't ready to release my peaceful  blanket that I was wearing from my weekend in the Hill Country.   I pass by the QT gas station & the dog park.  I turn right into the fancy new neighborhood, next to our humble older neighborhood.  I  drive through the stately homes decorated for Halloween.   Feeling the calm slowly dissipate, I look to my right... and I see a 6 foot unicorn walking down one of the streets.   I did a double take, like you see on a cartoon.  I said out loud to myself..  "I think that was a 6 foot Unicorn" ...   Thinking maybe I was hallucinating, I drove around the block just to be sure.   Sure enough.  Someone just decided to put on a unicorn costume and take a walk around the fancy block. (or maybe they never took it off from the night before)   I loved it.  It helped ease my anxiety about the week ahead and reminded me to try to stay light in spite of it all.   One degree cooler would have been the unicorn smoking a cigar.  

I might mosey into town today and buy a 1/2 price-post Halloween- unicorn costume to keep on hand for the remaining months of 2020.  When you feel the familiar squeeze of these unpredictable days, look for the 5'5 flash of white and sparkly rainbow down one of your streets.  

 I have been walking a lot lately.  It is good for my spirit and well, heck.. I really like to eat.  So if I walk, I can eat chips.  More chips, add a mile.  I have been calling my walks " The Great Reward", rather than calling it exercise.  

The Great Reward has been an interesting observation tool in the last 6 weeks.  I changed up my route to accommodate more miles and a hill.  I was a little too comfortable with my 3 mile route around the neighborhood, even though I enjoyed seeing some of the same folks out in their yards on my speed walking adventures.  I think they started calling me "The Flash".   It could be a compliment or could be a joke.  Either way, I'm getting a cape.  

One of the reasons I changed my route initially, was because our little city was becoming very crowded.  The traffic was increasing day by day.  The tension was palpable.  I wasn't enjoying my walks..  I was merely slogging through.   So I chose a different path.. and it was sweet.   But not enough milage... and dang-it.. I was feeling the extra chipage.

Then all of life changed.   

I really love my family.  In order for them to keep loving me, I had to start walking more.  I decided to take on the old route and hill.  It was awesome.  Very few cars.. and a LOT of walkers, runners, rollerbladers, jugglers.   Ok, no jugglers, but once I did see a dude walking and juggling on the route.  It was cool.  Or maybe he was on a unicycle.  Maybe he had a pony.. I can't quite remember the details, but I knew he was juggling.  Another walker I would see consistently in the old hill days, was a gentleman most likely in his 80's.   He had a beautiful steady pace and was always holding 2 pound weights.  I hope he is still walking somewhere.  Haven't seen him for awhile.  Maybe he changed routes too.  

With all of us sheltering in place, yet still allowed to get outside and exercise, it created this lovely scene.  More people than ever (since we have lived here) were out with their families.  They left their cars at home...because, really... where would you go?   It felt like a tiny Utopia for a few weeks.   The Great Reward was paying dividends.  Got to listen to awesome podcasts, wave to the families, get my miles in and then eat chips. The serotonin  boost that comes with the walk is an extra bonus too.  When mama is happy... well, you know the rest.  

THEN y'all.. last week happened.  The people were restless... they were given a little more leeway... and what did they do?  They got back in their cars.  Well, some had to get back in their cars.  But some didn't.   But now they were not on the hill.  And there was a lot more traffic in Utopia.   And that kind of made me sad. 

I can feel the vibration changing.  Folks are ready to get back to work or back to a kind of normal.  It has been a huge sacrifice staying home.  Some people's business' and lives will be forever changed.  We can only pray that things will rebound peacefully, healthfully and soulfully for all. 

For a moment though, we could sit in our backyard in the middle of the Austin Texas suburbs and hear, well, nothing.  The stars, moon, planets seemed brighter.  The birds in the morning... oh Glory!!   In the midst of flattening the curve, we experienced Peace and Tranquility.   Gifts of the quarantine, I guess. 

Maybe we could keep the peace for a little while longer.  Maybe we could create a Conscious Quarantine, once we are allowed to roam free.  Wouldn't it be cool  if we started honoring Sundays again?  Or any other day of the week, for that matter.   Maybe a Tuesday.   Yeah.. Take off Tuesdays.  Or Work From Home Wednesdays.  Thursdays are too close to the weekend and kind of give that air of "It's Almost Here"..  Fridays are the weekend..  and Mondays are a necessity for us to get things moving.  So I vote Tuesday or Wednesday.

Keep the cars home.  Sing along with the birds.  Find some stars.  Walk some hills.  Meet some neighbors.  Take up juggling.   Buy a cape.   







below:  The Great Reward.. with no traffic.  A wee miracle. 

Strange days...

I woke up early on Monday to stand in line at the grocery store.  Got there at 6:45... in the fog... before the sun.   We all stood 6 feet apart, waiting for the doors to open so we could all sprint to the paper goods aisle.   Doors flew open, the manager welcomed us, the flag was dropped and the race was on.   All of us in our 40's or 50's speed walking to aisle 6.   When the first person got there, we could all tell that there were no goods to be had, so we all kind of casually turned down the other rows, acting like we actually came in for baby formula or light bulbs.   

No paper.  I have not purchased tp in about 3 weeks.   My husband was lucky enough to stumble upon a 6 pack at Walgreens.  In the afternoon, at that!   That was like discovering gold during the gold rush.  It was a sweet victory for the suburbs.   He came home like he had won a major award... and truly, he did.  It reminds me of going to a pond and feeding the fish or the ducks.   Throw a little piece of bread in the water and if you are one of the lucky ones to be close, or just happen to be there when we walked up, you win!   But, whatever you do, do not put your hand close to the beaks.   Do not try to beat Ms. Pinky Sweatpants to Aisle 6 on a Monday morning either.  You could get your hand bit... or at least pecked at.  I was going to let her take alllll of the good tp.. and we would take the cheap, scratchy, recycled almost passing for tp, 1 ply.   I was kind of grateful to see the disappointment on her face, even though we came up empty handed.  I think I bought whatever was on the shelf in the next aisle...pickles or something like that, just to make the waking up worth it.    She, on the other hand,  huffed and puffed and left.   Good.  Take your pink negative energy to the next lucky store.   She probably has a garage full of Cottenelle.  

Everyone else was delightful.   Laughing at our circumstances, kind to the cashiers and the manager, grab a few things and go.   The shelves looked sad.  The produce looked pretty good.   I think people are buying comfort food and throwing their diets to the wind.   Hell, they can't go and work out, why should they eat well?  I was surprised at the bounty of green.   

When I walked out to my car, no one was standing in line to get in.  They perhaps had experienced this last week and decided to just to chance it, coming in at 7:15... they were the smart ones.  Leisurely driving through the lifted fog, easily parking their SUV's, sauntering through the parking lot, sanitizing their carts and totally avoiding the produce section.   They didn't even bother turning on their blinker to turn left on 6.   They drove right past it to the frozen section, where they could fill their super sanitized baskets with tater tots, frozen pizza and something the store folks found in the forgotten freezers in the way back of the walk-in  from Christmas. Pie crust or something like that.   

Do you remember the Nematode episode of Sponge Bob?  Where he invited all of his Nematode friends over for a party and they ate and destroyed everything?  That was the store.  


It felt a little third world-ish, in sight and in desperation.   I guess we are all dealing with this the best way we know how.  Some folks need the pie crust and some folks need pickles.  Some folks are kind and some are huffy.  Some wear gloves and masks and some wear their pj's.   There isn't a lot of joy in the grocery lately.   I remember the good ol days (4 weeks ago) , when I would get a coffee from Starbucks, grab a dirty hand basket, clean it casually with the abundant wipes, take a squirt of the free hand sanitizer (because what if someone had a cold who used it before me?) skip blissfully through the wine, bakery, fish, meat and yes.. the paper goods section... feeling free and fine.   

Makes me appreciate those carefree moments.  The simplicity and ease of our lives.   The kindness of the employees  and the glorious blessing of  good health.   

May your aisles be filled with paper towels and no one having to wear gloves to shop. May your pie crusts be few and your eggs be many. May you and yours be surrounded by sunshine and freshest of fruit.    May we all be able to stop in the aisles and talk, even if it's with Miss Sweatpants.  

May we all be blessed.