A free cup of coffee; 65 degrees, four-wheelers, the Little Su, black cat outside, a golf course far away
Just as All Things Considered began on the radio, I pulled up to the window at Metro Cafe yesterday afternoon only to discover that someone had bought me a cup of coffee and a cranberry muffin. She did not leave her name, but remained anonymous. And the day before, I found a gift card waiting for me from Funny Face.
Thank you all!
As Sashana prepared to hand me the cup, she and Carmen posed for:
Through the Window Metro Study, #3.3333333... and so on to infinity
As I drove away, sipping, I saw these two - father and son, perhaps; uncle and nephew, maybe; perhaps just friend and friend, out enjoying the 65 degree weather on a four-wheeler.
Yes. You read me correctly.
I thought for a moment that I had moved to The Bahamas.
But it was still Wasilla. I could tell by the four-wheeler dust. Can you believe it? Just a few days ago, the ground surface varied between frozen solid and muck, and now a kid on a four-wheeler can have a blast, kicking up dust.
As I crossed the bridge over the Little Susistna, I saw this man and this young girl walking along the bank.
It turned out that he is Mike and the young girl is his 26-month old daughter, Dagne. They live five miles from the river and this is the first time that they have visited it since before the snow came down in October.
Jimmy also ventured outside for the first time. He kept pawing at the window until finally I relented, but only under the condition that he would remain always in my eyesight.
Chicago observed, but did not follow. In the ten or 11 or 12 years that she has been with us, Chicago has ventured outside exactly once. As I have mentioned before and will someday tell in detail, here or in a book or both, it took us seven weeks and two days to get her back and then she was damn near dead - nothing but a dehydrated bag of bones.
She is fat now.
As eager as he had been to go out, once he got out, Jimmy was spooked. Something out there was frightening him. He refused to leave the porch.
As for Royce, there in the background, I would have been happy to let him out but he never wanted to venture past the window - which is odd for Royce.
I am happy to report that, at long last, he is gaining some weight. Yet, he is still skinny. He eats a ton of food - more than the other three combined, I would say, and it just seems to go right through him.
But he is gaining some weight, so he must be retaining some of it.
It was Caleb that had spooked Jimmy so. Caleb had knocked some balls way back into the trees, at the bottom of the little hill and had gone down to search for them.
Jimmy could not see him, but he could hear him. He did not know what he was.
A bear, maybe.
If Jimmy even know about bears.
I doubt that he does. How would he?
He probably imagined that Caleb was something even bigger and more frightening than the biggest, baddest, bear out there.
From behind my office window, Pistol-Yero calmly observed it all.
This is Caleb this morning. Where do you think he is and what is he looking at?
He is at IHOP. Caleb had to drop his car off at the shop at 8:00 AM. He asked me to pick him up and then he took me to breakfast, his treat. Caleb loves IHOP pancakes, so that's where we went.
Well, he's still looking. At what?
Passing cars, is all I can think of.
Or maybe golf courses, far away, like Pebble Beach, Tucson, or Scottsman's Head.