When you see me like this and when I see you like that


I sent out a couple of e-mails before learning about an additional Crap Thing that happened overnight. Then I went out for a 19-mile bike ride up to El Cerrito and back. Rounding Lake Merritt on my way back, I ran into Ash’s RV. If the weather is good on a holiday weekend, he’s had good fortune drawing a small, friendly crowd of passers-by and regulars for potluck snacks and cans and full-throated karaoke in a setting as different from dive-bar confines as can be expected.

Before Ash’s song and post-song pound, I saw another karaoke jockey, Glenn, use a small stuffed cat to meow Celine Dion’s “It’s All Coming Back To Me Now.” If I’m going back into a certain routine after a bunch of Crap Things happened while I was away, there are far worse images and memories from which to draw a little bit of succor and suck-it-up-buttercup motivation.


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