Bitter Dregs

 … as I learn something new every day! The world has suffered a couple more significant losses: Bill Russell, the great basketball player and Nichelle Nichols, Lieutenant Uhura of Star Trek fame. This week the television station is airing a tribute of the best episodes featuring Uhura: last night it was “Plato’s Stepchildren”, which is on many fans’ lists as one of the worst episodes. Yes it’s cheesy but it has many (in my opinion) touching and heartfelt moments - it happens to be one of my faves and not just for the momentous interracial kiss between Kirk & Uhura.

I never knew until I just looked up the lyrics that the song sung by Spock was actually written by Leonard Nimoy himself and is titled “Maiden Wine”, not “Bitter Dregs”… 

Take care, young ladies, and value your wine

Be watchful of young men in their velvet prime

Deeply they'll swallow from your finest kegs

Then swiftly be gone, leaving bitter dregs

Ahh-ah-ah-ah, bitter dregs

With smiling words and tender touch

Man offers little and asks for so much

He loves in the breathless excitement of night

Then leaves with your treasure in cold morning light

Ahh-ah-ah-ah, in cold morning light

The gigantic dirty snowball rolling downhill from the avalanche of my life continues to bear down upon me, but regardless of all I OUGHT to be doing, I’m going to go to the trail ride this weekend which is not for any points or mileage - just a fun social event at the Shanghai Pierce Ranch near Houston. I have not completed a single endurance event this season, but there is hope as I manufacture the final timeline for shutdown of my Red Oak location: there will be a short pause in operations so I can catch a breather and go to a couple of fall rides. I just have to fine-tune this calendar.

We have blocked off appointments after September 1 - & will probably schedule needed things for sick patients & the like the first two weeks of September, but then I believe we will  metaphorically hang up our “Gone Fishing” sign (for me of course that’s “Gone Riding”!) and take a brief sabbatical as we relocate and hopefully rejuvenate… I cannot see myself continuing to “go hard in the paint” like this for any length of time unless I get to feeling better - It is just NOT WORTH IT! My husband’s gonna have to step up, my son’s gonna have to do the same, and my dear mother needs to get off my back.