We breakfasted today in Reno’s sister city, Sparks. Bret was hoping to find a true coffee house, and therefore did not want to eat at our hotel. Not surprisingly, no such thing was to be found in this part of the world. We wound up eating at a TravelAmerica diner, where we were served by a wonderful waitress, in her 60’s, blond, full of sweet banter.
Today’s drive was easy. Most of the way there were thick striations of cumulo-stratus clouds that softened the impact of Sol.
We stopped in Wendover to have coffee at the Starbuck’s in a casino. The townlet was filled with motor bikers and their bikes, there for some sort of gathering. Aging hippie types, mostly. Interesting, how being this version of “radical” has become such a stereotype.
I had a wonderful, deep, unbroken sleep last night. F turned the a/c to high, and we hunkered under our down comforter.
So deeply sad is Eula’s situation. F said today that she is administered methadone for bone and muscle pain, which is such that the usually stoic woman cries out in pain when she is lifted and moved. Methadone. No wonder she looks out of it!
Casino life is amazing. With the constant bombardment visually and aurally, the games become a way to center oneself in the face this frontal, full-on sensual assault. It is all so tawdry.
Fascinating, how the state of Nevada, Sin Central, is located on the border of Zion, Mormon Utah. Each the other’s Shadow.
So little time is a lifetime. If not used mindfully and passionately, I can spend my account of hours and weeks frivolously, out of Fear. Bret is being a great mirror for me about limiting effects of Fear. My life account is dwindling. I must act seriously and mindfully in deciding how I fill each day.
The danger of Numbing Out, of getting sucked into stultifying habits of activity and though. How to remain Alert and Alive – this is my Challenge. To not Adapt to Blasé Ways.