Ive been in Asheville 6 months and a handful of days. I haven't really scratched the surface of things to explore. There is so much to see, and even more to do. Now that the leaves are on the trees and the warm breezes blow, most of my exploration will be outdoors... hiking the mountains, looking at property and sipping something sweet at a sidewalk café. In the fall I'll tap into the museums and take in some of the many varied performances this city has to offer. I love my new home, but still, one must from time to time consider the open road, if even for a day, as a means to "blow out the carbon". Living here puts me within "road reach" of so much new territory, and some of which is familiar.
I once heard it said, "sleep is the new sex".... the statement delivered in humor akin to the too oft used "40 is the new 30" series of inspirational lamentations. The quote hits near the mark. Sleep can be good, very good. Its good if you get some and haven't had enough, and its even better if you're getting it on a regular basis.
I wake up at 230am to host The Morning Report on WWNC. I go to bed early accordingly - very early - but 230am is still 230am. I am willing to take the sleep thing a step further.... going so far as to declare "sleep is the new heroin"
Willie Shakespeare agrees:
Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou owed'st yesterday.
Tell em Willie.
Mr. Bear whacked my trash again the other night. He didn’t make too much of a mess this time. It seemed like a cursory visit judging from the trash scattered about. Not much. I wash and rinse everything a zillion times before it goes in a hefty bag quadruple tied. Any food waste goes down the disposal, so Mr Bear must have just caught the faintest scent of something good. I feel bad in a way, I wish he had found something for his efforts but Im not about to leave stuff for him. A recent interview with a "bear biologist" tells me that is "no - no" number one. Keep in mind, Mr Bear is NOT Mr Squirrel. If we are tempted to feed Mr Bear he will come right up on your back porch like he did to this house… have a look… and then he gets yelled at by some cranky lady. Luckily that’s all in this instance…
Spring has surely sprung. The leaves have at last unfurled in their full resplendent glory. Now, thanks to "The Southern Sun" its going to be summer all of a sudden. Before we leave one season for the next, here is an Ode To Spring characteristically different from the rest.