Well, huzzah for those Twins, our boys of summer. And huzzah for this glorious day, with temperatures in the 80's and the kind of china-blue sky you only get in October.
I rode my bike along the 29th street corridor, which now transects the entire city from west to east, over to the Mississippi, where I loafed on a sandy beach and watched the big river keep on rollin'.
An 8-shell of rowers shot across the surface like a water bug, the river banks behind them iridescent with early fall colors.
I continued my loop around the city, following the River Road past the University where Frank Gehry's Weisman Museum shimmered in the late afternoon sun like "shining from shook foil". Gerard Manley Hopkins
The road rises up from the river flats and levels out just in time to let you catch your breath -- before the sight of the magnificent new Guthrie Theater takes it away again. And from somewhere beyond the theater, the collective roar of thousands of Twins fans emanated out of that doughy muffin of the Metrodome. I knew right away what it meant -- division champs.
Later I crossed the Stone Arch bridge along with hundreds of exuberant fans, just about all of them apparently named Mauer, and caught some of the communal joy.
I have no idea why I'm blathering about this. Maybe it's to remind myself that I can still experience pleasure if I get my head out of Bush-world every now and again. I've noticed that the little league of pissants who waste their time satirizing me on their websites always point out what a depresso I am, and how little fun I'd be at a party. "This lady definitely needs to lighten up." Well, if they only knew.
Fact is, I do suffer from BID -- Bush-induced-Depression -- and I resent it. I used to be light-hearted, the fun girl at the party -- so what happened? Well, old age, for one thing. But what I don't understand is why doesn't everyone have BID? I guess maybe they're better than I am at taking a breather from it all every now and again. Maybe they're able not to notice that the House Republicans have saved their greatest huffing indignation for -- yes, a sex scandal, not the preceding years of idiocy, hypocrisy, lies, torture, killing -- damn, there I go again.
Tonight I'm going to try to hang on to the sweet pleasures of this day -- the gift of a summer-warm day in October, and Central Division champs. Thanks Twins.