Yesterday friends came over to help with the yard. There was a lot of work and made harder by the soil being saturated from the rains. We did get the potatoes planted and the peas, plus a good portion of the new area for the vegetable garden turned over until the shovels became thick with mud.
At Ralph's there was a great sale on steaks, so I lit the barbie, and as we waited for dinner, had martinis by the fire pit. It was a great night, a very cold night with the clouds bringing in mist. After dinner, and our friends had left and Wally went to bed, I stayed up with the martini shaker sitting outside until two in the morning. It is amazing what gin will do to your imagination when mixed with a drizzle of low laying clouds.
Why I couldn't go to bed was the nostalgia brought on by the drink and the mist. Memories flooded of days in Topanga when fog would creep up the canyon from the sea not far away and change everything into a magic place. Oaks became grander and the grasses greener than Ireland. It was a special time back then, young, gay and living in a special place that is now just memories.
But the gin and the mist brought it all back to life, until this morning when I woke with a hell of a hangover.
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