On Any Given Sunday
Today has been particularly easy. Nothing definite on the schedule; only a couple of maybes populating my brain. It’s a bit disconcerting actually. A moment or two of feeling lost, not quite sure of what I would really like to do.
Car Show this morning? Golf later this afternoon? Visit my oldest son for dinner this evening? Sit around and watch golf and baseball? Read? Take a nap? All these choices!
It’s a beautiful day. Early morning sun splashes across the rainbow of hanging baskets. Robins, Jays, Chickadees flit about, singing their airy little songs. A light breeze is whisking off the water, bringing with it that biologic elixir of brine, seaweed and low tide. I inhale deeply, flaring my nostrils to get it all in. Pungent, sweet, ripe, salty; a familiar mixture of the living and the dying. Life in one breath. It’s replenishment to the soul, as prayer to a priest.
Okay, that was liberating. Now what? Let’s see, yeah, I think I will take that leisurely drive to Mercer Island and drop my white sportscar at the Summer Celebration Car Show sponsored by enthusiast car group, Avants. This weekend carnival is one of dozens of neighborhood street fairs that kickoff Seattle’s month-long Seafair. Seafair annually culminates with the Downtown Torchlight Parade and two days of unlimited hydroplane races on Lake Washington.
But back to our little carnival on Mercer Island. Beautiful cars of all ages abound. I get there late, avoid the crowd to be there first, and pull right into a spot next to the entrance/exit with no delay or ceremony. Perfect. There are the usual run of Porsches, gaggle of Ferraris, and a herd of BMWs, but after that, variety and fun colors abound.
Within an hour I’ve toured the lot, spoken to a couple car owners, wagged my finger at a young man reaching into a car while leaning on the glistening paint, eavesdropped on a couple interesting car conversations, and satisfied my curiosity about a wonderfully rare BMW 2002 Turbo that, after a ten-year restoration, spent an August Sunday afternoon on the lawn of the prestigious Pebble Beach Concours D’Elegance.
Right – Ferrari 488GTB; Left – Lotus Elan+2 Coupe
In less than two hours I’m headed back home to begin the rather mundane chore of packing for something I haven’t done – rustic cabin camping in Yosemite. Having only once driven through this famous park, we’re looking forward to the experience. Apart from the bears, the mosquitoes, the horseflies, the roasting sun, this should be fun. Right? I’ll let you know.
Arriving back home, I’ve decided BBQed hamburgers and a beer are required. So, it is. Simple, quick, tasty. Just how every bachelor likes it. If only I were a bachelor. The thought was good while it lasted. Haha.
And that’s how an easy, no-brainer Sunday unfolds these days. Little to think about because, well, I have little to think about. It’s good to have days like that. Yawn… I think a nap is in order….
