Sometimes you do stuff not because you have to, but because you can. Like today, a relatively chilly Saturday by West Sac standards, I got up early and walked the levee. There was a construction guy in a hard hat over by The Rivers who saw me – there’s a ton of construction going on over there and I was the only one out walking at that hour – and he said to me, “Nice crisp morning for a walk.” “Yup, sure is,” I replied. Was he being sarcastic, or friendly? Either way, I don’t mind: It’s all good by me.
I got to see the return of the goats over by the Broderick boat ramp. The goats are in the midst of their annual visit to the neighborhood eating weeds (and, truth be told, also eating garbage) along the riverbank. What’s more, I got to see the trees – ornamental cherries, I think – going bonkers. That always surprises me a little, such extravagance this early in the year. And then I made the pilgrimage over to Farmers Market in Midtown where I bought myself a woven African basket to carry home overpriced meats and fresh produce: Not because I had to, but because I can.
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And now, not because I have to but because I can: Some shots from the olden days of the girls and of Darwin – each of whom I still love, inordinately.
I’m stealing the last shot of the Sons of Alzheimer’s. The 12 to Life sober bikers I sometimes rub elbows with may or may not appreciate it. I think it’s hilarious!