I’m not a whiner. I’m not a complainer. I’ve been through too much in 56 years of living to whine and complain much about getting sick. But I tell you, this virus that has gripped the Los Angeles Basin in its throes is right out of Mary Poppins. Remember the song, “SuperCaliforniaFluIsExpialAtrocious”?
Fills your head with flu fog that is really quite ferocious,
If you have it long enough your Klout Score gets necrosis,
I swear I remember that song in the movie. But then, a friend of mine pointed out that Klout Scores didn’t exist 5 years ago, let alone 50, which is close enough to when the movie was made.
BUT … I really, really think I’m better today. For real this time. Yeah, I know, I’ve said that a couple times before, but this time, I really, really mean it. Woke up without feeling dizzy this morning, for the first time since January 6. I’ve been sitting at my desk for 10 minutes and haven’t fallen off the chair once. Well, okay, maybe once, but that was because I was trying to pick up my little dog Tufa, not because of flu fog dizziness.
It helps that it’s warm enough outside that we ate breakfast on our deck. Last Monday, it was 43 degrees—and that was inside the house. The song sparrows are singing their hearts out, and even the mockingbirds are tentatively testing their love songs. It’s still a little early for the birds to be twitterpated, but they’re definitely warming up.
So, I’m ready to hit the Trails. Both the book, so I can finally get it to my publisher by Friday, and the more literal trails that criss-cross this canyon, these hills I call home.
When I was a child, my family always used to sing when we hiked. “The Happy Wanderer.” “I Love the Mountains, I Love the Rolling Hills.” “Bringing in the Sheaves.” (Okay, that seems anomalous, but it isn’t—my dad was a Methodist minister; my mom the church choir director.) Sometimes, we’d even sing show tunes, like “Do Re Mi” from The Sound of Music or “Dites-Moi” from South Pacific.
So if I do indeed get to hit the Trails in the literal sense in the next few days, I’ll probably test my pipes out and sing a tune or two. But I can guarantee you one thing: “SuperCaliforniaFluIsExpialAtrocious” will not be on the play list.