I had a lovely day in Santa Cruz today.
Even just driving over there was wonderful. A cool but sunny day, and I rolled the window down and breathed in the crisp cool spring air, and drove all the way across the hill with the window open.
At the summit, KFOG, the San Francisco station, begins to fade out, and I switch to the good old KPIG one-oh-seven-oink-five in Freedom, California, for a healthy dose of irreverence. I don't know the song they're playing, but I recognize that "gravel and honey voice" (I forget where I read that description, but it's right on!) within about 3 notes: Greg Brown. How great to get started on KPIG with a song by him. He is such a well-kept secret. And such a great songwriter, and singer. And entertainer too, I hear, but I've never seen him live.
Doris and I met at Well Within and started with a sit in the hot tub and sauna for a half hour. I was bummed I didn't have a camera with me because I wanted to take some pictures of their lovely tranquil Japanese garden. Moss, flowers, tall bamboo, little trees, rocks, and a little waterfall.
After the hot tub each of us had a massage, and I am delighted to report that my back and leg feel much better. (I was a little tense in the hind quarter, if I may say so.)
I was about to pull away from the curb with my ugly little rental Geo Metro when I saw a white Honda CRX in the rearview mirror. I used to have one just like that; sold it when I moved to Germany. "Look!" I said to Doris, jokingly. "There's my car!" Took a look at the license plate as it passed us, and lo and behold! - it really was my very own precious old pony. Looked happy and in good shape, I am pleased to report.
There's more to tell about my lovely day, but I am tired now. Will you excuse me and let me finish my story tomorrow?
Thanks. You're good kids, all of you.