- Up the creek
“Monday Monday….” That’s how the song goes, right? Sure. I looked at the schedule and realized I had an afternoon reading at Romeo’s and decided that soaking my body in cool creek water was the way to go. I showed at the appointed time, still damp from a dip in Barton Creek.
We have some intermittent rain in the last 48 hours, not really enough to break a drought or really abate the heat, but certainly enough to keep the springs flowing at a good pace. As I was floating in the creek, the clear water rushing past me, I couldn’t help but notice the tufts from an overhanging cottonwood on the surface the water.
Something peaceful there. Something nice about really cold, clear water, the critters and children frolicking at the banks, the little white snowflakes tumbling off the cottonwood tree and drifting by on the current.
Then again, it’s matter of choices that I make. I could get worked up over something, like the situation in the news [take your pick>, or I could just let it all slide. Timing is everything, and being able to hit it all right can be tricky. Fifteen minutes in the water, cool off, dining outside at Romero’s patio, just right, still cool even though I was outside, hair still damp from Barton Creek. Stroll home in the glaring sun, pocketful of change, just in time to shower up and meet another client.
It’s all good, I just wish my stomach wasn’t left back there with the Mercury problems. I didn’t make it through unscathed, but almost.
