♫ drop the gear, pick a direction, and just drive ♫
Tuesday was the first day in what feels like quite a while that I saw the sun, and it was terribly welcome. After some ups and downs in the virtual office (decent forward progress of the “two steps forward, one step back” variety), I racked the bike and put almost seventeen miles under me on the Capital Trail. Just getting outside and moving felt good; especially after most of a week of rain, flash flood warnings, and skies the color of a television tuned to a dead channel.
I am hoping to do the same Wednesday afternoon, and right now, as I type this, the weather report is mostly encouraging, though it wasn’t last night. I’m hoping I can get a quick ten or so in at least before the showers and afternoon thunderstorms come around.
This evening, alas, would, in better times, feature the Open Mic at Castleburg, but given 2020 in America and all it entails, it’s not happening. It’s the right and responsible choice, of course, but I still miss it. This’ll be the seventh month running that conditions prevent this from happening. After trying weekend live music for a couple of weeks last month, it just didn’t prove viable to maintain proper safety standards when popular acts were playing, and in those cases, folks weren’t sharing microphones.
As a middling substitute, I might do a short live stream tonight if conditions warrant – pop a Castleburg pint can (got some Queen’s Garde in the fridge at the moment) and play a couple of tunes in front of the webcam. It ain’t perfect, though it could serve.
We make due. Take the joy where we find it, and muddle through the rest. It’s all we can do. “It is what it is.”.
