Good Things Done in the Noon Day Sun

Nothing like a little misplaced aggression to ease out the morning and make things just seem a lot better. Open up the horizons .. like spring. Invigorating and excellent therapy for the inability to solve people problem infestations.

Now why did the little sliver of my focus spiral in on a few words about black and that it was not the only color out there and there were just as good colors as black? Who ever heard such a thing. Black is black. All Tuchuk. Nothing wrong with black .. and lots of it. Who did she think she was anyway? Better than black? Whoever put purple and red together anyway.

So .. while Letti and Maeda were away doing women type things and T'zuri was gone .. doing T'zuri type things ... I painted her wagon black with yellow trim. It did not take long .. black covers everything. Now it looked like a Tuchuk wagon. She should thank me ...

Not that I had any misguided assumptions that she would thank me for it ... in fact when she left the main fires to go to their wagons I took off in the opposite direction like someone had lit a bosk chip fire under my ass. Smart man am I.

So anyway .. after the painting was done I went out to ride and it happened to be Kai I took with me and we just so happened to come across that same old bull of mine that gave me such a dirt rash. I did not have to encourage Kai any ... I think he must have been looking for a rematch as much as I was. Victory was sweet .. as sweet as anyone could have imagined and Kai and I looked like a couple of dust bowls but we were on top of the world.

Being out with the bosk just had a way of making everything else back at camp seem small and insignificant. Like everything was all right and things would just work out .. no matter which way ... they would just work out. It could bring a grin to my features and I felt small and safe and big and courageous at the same time. Like I wanted to do all the work and take a nap and it did not matter which one I chose .. it would still be all right.