The vacation is o'er. Back to reality.
My initial plan was to read the great works of literature. Dante, Shakespeare as well spiritual classics like Karol Wojtyla "Love & Responsibillity". And it started out that way, but by Tuesday afternoon I was becoming unloving and irresponsible.
I switched gears and went the more traditional way (for me): double the exercise and double the pint intake. I usually drink on Fridays, but extended the largesse. Besides, doubling the exercise without the beer usually just makes me sick. It's a joke around the family compound that I always get a cold or flu on vacations because I overdo it. I don't know why bike rides, long runs, roller-blading would cause that, but I inadvertently found the cure. Drinking two to three beers before bed works amazingly well. I rarely get colds on vacations now! For once the old saying "for medicinal purposes only" rings true.
But I have a new theory of beer imbibing. I'm not a mean drunk, just a mean 1-beer man.
Two recent trivial episodes expose this: I got urinated off, quite unnecessarily, by my stepson's death penalty views. This happened with one beer in me.
I also got peeved a couple months ago at a close relation and didn't slough it off. This also happened with one beer in me.
(Come to think of it, in both episodes the beer in question wasn't a Guinness...that could be the root cause).
Teetotaling is okay. So is having 3.5 beers. But one beer!? Watch out!
Remembrance of Bike Rides Past
Fêting the sun-gardens of the mind
poems broke and bled
unwound on transcendental rides
past the sweet-apple hay-thrown flower-frothing stumps
that appeared on those spark-lit August roadsides.