White Haired People Dancing

"It seems the simple things, the hardest to explain . . ."
Dave Mason, Shouldn't of Took More Than You Gave
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xj2h0LSTY3U
Sunday, three mile marsh walk. Want to hit ct before Yoshi's with 5, but he bails and end up making no one happy. Familiar territory. 5 and I go see Dave. It's hit or miss with the more senior rock star contingent, but not Dave. Voice has lost nothing, powerful as ever. Guitar chops unscathed by time. There are older guys with much younger women, by like 30 years. Dude, are you nuts ? Neither look happy.  But there are also the older folk, hippie dancing to Dear Mr. Fantasy. Fit women well-dressed with white hair, a good ten years older than moi, moving beautifully to all those familiar songs.
Monday, long day in one of the most emotionally wrenching depos in memory. Creep into Pradeep at the end for a good blow out. Not sure i am gonna handle it but it goes good; will probably be it for yoga for the week, so throw it down hard.
Tuesday, another long day. Into ct at 7:30. 30 min scheduled but it goes longer and all for good. It's 200 20kg one hand swings, 100 28kg two hand swings, plus 78 push presses, 20kg, save last 14 with 24. Some hard row work, then hot chocolate and good company.
Wednesday, work scramble and off to Dillon Beach to visit dysfunction junction for four days.
Thursday, beautiful if cold in West Marin. We hit the beach with Rose in am and give her much surf play. I escape with kettlebells mid afternoon. Find a flat spot road side, goes like:
20/20 10 incline pushups off of marine terrace rock formation, heckled by cows x 8.
10+10 28kg rows
Think I am going to press but it's no good. Form is just fucked, all shoulder and no lat. Even 20kg feels shitty, don't even try. Go to meathead 28/32 deads.
60 sec mtn climbers.
x3
Add a bunch more incline pushup sets to bring to 120, then go to swings.
It's 20 swings to rows to bring those to 100, then Tgus.
Have not done Tgus for over a week, know I'm gonna pay and do for four sets. Then 30/30 with the 28x4 to close it out.
Go and feed excessively; Brigid seizing control from a bunch of culinary control freaks to roast the best turkey in memory. Get out of her way people.
Friday. Work most of morning to mid-afternoon; email polite but firm letters out and then hit the soft west marin coastal trails. Ian and I walk Rose past the gate where the Nazis stickered my car the day before. We take Rose off leash and pad toward the isolated beach 45 minutes away. If there is a better substrate for vff than this dense undulating coast I'd like to find it. We spend two hours walking and throwing a stick for the ecstatic Labrador. Work calls on the way back up; playing pro from Dover while perched on the western edge, send Ian and Rose ahead; they don't need to hear it. Come back to Sara and Pats huge crab feed.

Satellite tv sucks.