I just got in from a very hot run. There are more people moving around, people walking dogs, people riding bikes, people just meandering and checking things out. It's still hot. But it keeps raining on and off. The sun was out earlier. Now it's raining gently.
I had a couple of beers before my run. Although I have been known to run after having a beer or two. Drinking before a run isn't really part of my training regimen. I'm on my second beer since coming back in from said run. I took one in the shower with me. (I love drinking a cold ass beer in the shower after a hot run.) Then I cracked another when I got out. I'm going to sit and play my guitar for a bit before I get started in earnest with cooking.
A guy I used to work with years ago, the now deceased Dave Frazier, was, in addition to being a plumber, a guitarist, ukulele player (ukulele-ist? ukulele-er?), a flautist, and a pianist. Dave was an incredibly intelligent character, in his mid-sixties at the time, mid-eighties, and quite a dilettante. He was a vast source of knowledge of all kinds. One day, at lunch, years ago, on a construction site Dave was describing to me a Friday night jam session he had hosted at his house. He looked square at me, blue/gray eyes twinkling below a wild, Einsteinian mop of white hair, and said very matter of factly, "When I'm playing [the guitar] I like to drink ... whiskey. The more I drink the better I sound." Well, right now I'm going to sit with my guitar and drink, hoping to keep sounding better and better. With an early start like this I might be able make it all the way to sounding like Santana by this evening. ¿Oye com va?
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