Think About It
Wednesday. Foggy this morning, yet the intrepid traveller set forth with determination to breakfast at the usual place, his face to the fog, ready for whatever might come on this mist enshrouded journey no matter how wet, no matter how long it might take to arrive for eggs, bacon, toast and the papers. So exciting this life, so many obstacles, so many adventures.
A moth eaten start to your last entry of the year, don't you think? Aren't you embarrassed?
Not in the least. It's still early New Year's Eve, there will undoubtedly be many more embarrassing moments before the evening is over and we enter 2009, a year of hope and renewal, of photographs and better writing, of fantasies, more fantasies and (one hopes) success in making the rent and getting to breakfast. Don't you think? Here in the town that sits across the bay from the city that anchors the end of the rainbow?
I believe no less an authority than Pam said, in the early 1970's, that it really wasn't, you know, “the end of the rainbow”.
Yes, we indeed all agreed those many years ago that Pamie had it right just before she moved on to other places, other adventures, chasing after other rainbows while we, the hard core, stood our ground and continued to live in our rut at the lip of adventure, still here in rainbow land, in the fog of the moment, in the dream of sunny tomorrows.
You don't actually think in those terms?
Only in the journal.
Which you update daily.
Which I update daily.
It is indeed still early in the morning as I'm writing. There was talk yesterday of briefly getting together with some of the usual crew in San Francisco later this afternoon, not something that strikes me as a particularly good idea, but something to which I believe I heard myself making a commitment. Maybe it will all dovetail together, as I was planning on visiting Wilson this afternoon as well, although New Year's Eve doesn't strike me, at the moment, as the best of days for visiting hospitals. Driving to the city. In a fog.
Later. Whatever was planned for later this afternoon in San Francisco has been cancelled, which is fine, although I've used the confusion to put off my visit to Wilson again. I'm not sure the why of this, but I suspect Friday is now the day, given that tomorrow is New Year's Day and, well hell, why not New Year's Day? How many people will be on the road on New Year's Day? I'll have to think about it.