SEPTEMBER SOLO SESSION
DAY 5 - Sunday, September 28:
4am- Up and at ‘em. Happy to find the hotel lobby open as
promised, but sad that the coffee pot was going to stay empty until 6am. I started to panic and then found out there
was a 7-11 not too far away. Whew. Two hours with coffee, first thing in the
morning… that was a close one. Disaster
averted.
Honey the Honda on the left, Yammy(?) The Yamaha on the right...
... and seven of those loud and obnoxious Harley's in the middle.
7:00am- Emailing, Facebooking, and
Morning Journaling- Storytelling completed.
Called Taumie, found that my sister didn’t want to accept any company
today. I was gracious and didn’t focus
on my own disappointment, but rather… on her hopeful continued recovery from
her illness (pneumonia).
8:30am- I was rewarded for the way I
reacted to the news about my sister… with a phone call from... wait for it... my sister(!!), telling me that after she got up and got dressed, she felt
much better and wanted me to come over!!
I love Karma~Darma… especially when it’s Instant.
Note:
Insert babbling about the paradox of me nurturing and developing the
spiritual side of my personality (which is still basically ruled by impatience
and desire for instant gratification) vs. the “Zen aspect of enlightenment”
which focuses on timelessness and eternity.
Someday I will be fully balanced.
Hopefully before I die.
9:00am- Sitting at my sister’s dining
room table, with my sister (who doesn’t like her name or picture published), Taumie (my niece who likes to have her name published) and Marcos (who doesn't care one way or another),
having a wonderful time.
10:00am- My grand-nephew (Taumie’s son)
Brice made his appearance. I love my
family.
Hey Brice, do you mind if I publish your name and face?
10:15am- Walking down Virginia Street in
the light rain, looking for Kelly Quinn aka Throttle Girl, in the virtual ghost
town feeling of the last day of The (Fall) Reno Street Vibrations Gathering.
Crazy in a good way.
Same as above.
Where the heck is Throttle Girl? She wasn’t even on the list of registered
participants. I felt like I was in a
dream (nightmare)… I’d been looking forward to seeing her and meeting her
Boyfriend R-Dub for weeks!
11:00am- After seeing everything there
was to see, I retired to my hotel room for some football. I called Sharon to tell her of my
disappointment, and she said, “Wait a minute,” and called back in about three
minutes, with the information that her booth was elsewhere, at a Harley
Davidson Dealership a few miles away from The Not Vibrating Gathering of the closing down, down town gathering.
I was only able to stay in my pouting mood,
which was also dry and warm, for about five minutes, at which time I rolled out
of my comfy cocoon and put my wet leathers back on, and strolled over (how do
you stroll when you’re riding a
motorcycle) to the dealership of my friendly nemesis, Mr. Davidson.
Cocoon = Underwear
High Noon- I found Miss Every Month of
Every Year Motorcycle Momma packing up her booth after five days of
activity. Perfect timing. Sharon later told me that, “Good things
happen when you’re connected.” I felt a
warm flow of loving energy through my body-soul as I realized that Sharon had
finally become okay with the ‘crush’ that I have on Kelly. And I think I was able to make R-Dub (her
BF), and the rest of her support group feel okay with it too. I’m sure they’re used to it. I don’t think it’s possible to be alive without
falling in ‘love’ with Throttle Girl.
She has something, that’s for sure.
No… she has it ALL.
Note:
Insert pages and pages of words about my feelings, impressions,
experiences, and personally known facts about the incomparable Kelly Quinn. For now… think, a combination of Marilyn
Monroe and Gandhi.
R-Dub, Kelly, and Me.
Hey R-Dub... I forgot to ask you... may I 'publish' your real name?
Dani and ??.
Hey Kelly, would you please remind me of ??'s name?
Kelly, same as above please.
??, Dani, R-Dub, Kelly, and ??.
TEAM THROTTLE GIRL !!!
(R., I'm sorry I cut off your flag)
Honey with Team Throttle Girl.
1:15pm- Back to the hotel room just in
time to watch ‘Our SF 49ers’ eek out a victory over The
Philadelphia Eagles.
6:00pm- Changed the channel on the TV to
watch the Dallas - ??? game. The last
thing I remember was thinking to myself that I really should roll over and
watch Faith Hill sing the opening number.
15/15/750.
