Sunday, December 27, 2015
EXCURSION IN A FACSIMILE OF SPRING
In order to pique the interest of potential readers, I have resorted to the cheap ploy of using unusual blog post titles. Hell, I've tried effusive writing techniques, music videos, secret confessions, humor, and sex. Mysterious titles are less emotionally taxing (for me).
So, what exactly does an excursion in a facsimile of spring mean, Jon?
Think, Tonto, think.
It means that I took advantage of the springlike weather today and went on a mountain hike.
Took advantage of the weather?
Hey, weather isn't the only thing I ever took advantage of - but we don't want to go there. Respectable people read this blog. Or some of them are, anyway.
Enough preliminaries. Let's cut to the chase.
I woke up this morning in bad shape. Some sort of a stomach virus, and severe spasms in my back.
The bad back is from when I fell on the ice down the friggin' mountainside last winter. As a permanent result, I now very often hobble around like a spastic version of Quasimodo.
This morning, it was worse. I not only hobbled, I performed unethical variations of the Turkey Trot, the Charleston, the Mambo, and the Rumba. My cats were appalled.
When I was finally able to maintain a reasonable vertical position, I noticed that the December weather was as warm as spring. I opened the windows. I ventured outside (it was a painful venture, but I ventured nevertheless).
A strong, warm wind was singing high in the trees. The temperature was in the 70's (that's Fahrenheit). The opportunity to seize the day was irresistible.
I popped a few aspirins, swigged some Pepto Bismol, put on my hiking boots, and ventured out into the mountain wilderness.
Isn't it more like a hill where you live, Jon?
One more wisecrack, Bucko, and you'll have to have my Pepto Bismol bottle extracted from your....
Whoa, Jonathan! No need to get physical.
Heck, when I lived in the Missouri Ozarks, the locals called 50 foot hills "mountains". I told them I had seen bigger nipples than their so-called mountains. They didn't laugh.
So, today I enjoyed this absolutely glorious afternoon in the wonderfully peaceful wilderness. I didn't fall and I didn't have any panic attacks. It was a momentous occasion.
A distant view of the "mountain" on which I live. I took this pic today.
I, of course, came home covered in stickers and burrs, bitten by insects, and caked in mud. But it was a delightful excursion, nevertheless.
I'm especially glad that I went - after seeing the extended weather forecast. Severe storms are expected tomorrow (Monday) and very cold weather is predicted by New Year's Eve.
I'll write more about New Year's Eve later....
All of my recent photos are drab and completely uninteresting, but I decided to inflict some of them on you nevertheless.
Two views of my cat Scratch (also known as Kitzee) out in the weeds
The far side of my property, facing east. Beyond these trees is the meadow where the cows reside.
(isn't this exciting?)
The south-western part of my property
(all photos were taken today)