on the gad

city mouse

In coffee on February 10, 2013 at 10:39 am

we drive across the richmond bridge with me shrieking, “i’m being hijacked! you’re taking me to moldy mendocino!” he assures me he is not. he wants to toodle up mt. tam. “no! too much nature!” i fuss. so we end up in fairfax where i am soothed with a moonpie and a macchiato.





we stroll about unsupervised, sticking to the sunny side of the street. we are tempted to pluck fruit from a lush orange tree but both of us are too timid. timid comes in all sizes and colors. we accidentally drive to spirit rock and go up the driveway for a lookey-loo. a sign claims that they welcome diversity but for a few terrifying moments when we can’t find an exit we are thinking they might do more than just welcome us. zooming back to berkeley, i have the bright idea that we should visit indian rock where i used to frolic as a teen (didn’t we all?). nature within a city is never too much nature; it is just the right amount. and unlike 4th of july nights when the neighborhood gathers for the annual griping of how it is way too fogged in to see the fireworks, the entire bay vista sparkles below us in the sun-drenched afternoon. i share a deep thought with my companion, “i’ve been thinking about meditation . . . i think it is just practicing being dead.” we ponder this and come to the conclusion i am hilarious. we pass by an overladen lemon tree walking back to the car and then pick up our pace when we hear the owner’s front door open. it’s true: we were having impure thoughts about those lemons.

  1. Love your writing. Your words make me smile.
    xxx n

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