Monday, December 22, 2014

On not breaking a leg this holiday season

Hello, ReaderFriends, and Happy Holidays to those who celebrate! 

Seeing how Arizona's spirituality lands somewhere between Navajo and agnostic, and mine is mostly self-assembled, our celebration is a bit of a mutt. We have a 'Winter Tree' that I decorate myself and Arizona surprises himself each year by enjoying; we do small gift exchanges with each other and my family and go spend time with his on Christmas day; and we take some time to be together and reflect on the year past and the one ahead.

And, weather and circumstances permitting, we take the bikes somewhere fun for a ride. 

This year, the usual tradition has been complicated somewhat by my super-pregnant, ordered-off-the-mountain-bike status. So we've adapted--going on some fun hikes, ostensibly scouting new biking locations for next year. How is biking going to work with a new baby involved? Beats me, but I'm sure we'll figure something out. (Crossing fingers.)

One of the coolest locations we've scouted is Rocky Neck, where an old WPA project building overlooks the sound on a lovely piece of state park. On the 'bringing things full circle' front, the first and only other time we had visited was to scout the building as a possible wedding venue. At the time, we deemed it too big (and frankly intimidating) for our small friends-family-and-barbecue plan. Now, though, Arizona declared it perfect. Because, you see, it has Good Rocks.

Here's the two of us scouting those rocks a couple of weekends ago and modeling our furry hats. (For the record, he was wearing said hat when he first came toward me across the ferry parking lot for our initial face-to-face meeting, and my original 'wonder if he'll be over six feet like his profile claimed' quickly morphed to 'jeepers, what is he, like eight feet tall?')



And here's Arizona this past weekend rocking the … er … rocks.




I, of course, was firmly planted on my hiking boots, taking the pictures (in a furry hat). And before I sent him off to have his fun while I hiked down to get a good picture angle, I gave him a kiss and hesitated. There was no real point in telling him to be careful, because if you're too careful on a downhill like this, you'll go over the handlebars. And I didn't want to tell him not to crash, because that's sort of inevitable in the sport, especially when you're scouting a new line. Break a leg? Just no. 

I went with "Have fun and try to land softly." And he did exactly that. So that is what I wish for you, ReaderFriends, as we navigate the holiday season and look to the year ahead. Have fun, and try to land softly.

--Doc Jess


9 comments:

  1. Wonderful advice. Good wishes in return. Namaste, y'all.

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    1. Namaste to you and yours, both two legged and four!

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  2. Sage advice! Note to self. ;)

    Hugs to you and Arizona! Wishing you a safe and healthy Christmas. xoxo

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    1. LOL! He brought me my furry hat on our first date, along with a pocket knife. Which is pretty consistent with his world view: You are my woman, and I will keep you warm and safe. (But I don't promise to rinse the whisker schmutz after I shave, and I'll be 50/50 on drinking the last Diet Coke.)

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  4. And in the case of going home to see family, "may you not commit matricide, patricide, or any other -cide." Okay, so I went dark on the advice this year.....

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    1. Bwaa haaa haaa! Yeah, depending on the family, there's always that aspect of things …

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  5. Love the furry hats! And holy crap those rocks look dangerous - You two are crazy LOL!

    Happy Holidays! Stay warm xo

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    1. Those are 'flowy rocks', which are much easier to navigate than a garden of sharp, pointy ones or entire trails of round, unstable ones the size of your skull. But, yeah, you didn't see me up on a bike that day! Hugs and happy holidays to you and your mom!

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