Dad and I went to see Star Wars III last night. A few years ago I stopped giving my parents presents for Father's Day and Mother's Day. Now we go on adventures instead. Mom and I have been to the ballet and basketball games. Dad and I typically do baseball, with a few Star Wars exceptions.
Kirkwood is melting. The tops of the mountain are still blanketed in old snow. You might even still be able to make some of the runs from the top, if you were adventurous and not overly fond of your skis.
But down at the base, water is running everywhere. The sound of it is in your ears wherever you go. Rushing rivulets push there way out from under dirty piles of old snow and cut through the newly exposed brown earth. Rivulets meets and become streams, and streams meet and become rivers, rushing off to wherever they go. Down to a valley, I suppose. Just like me.
I'm on a 5-day geophysical survey for work down near Bakersfield. Coming into town on Monday, I wasn't sure if I'd ever been to Bakersfield before. Now I can affirm that I had not. It's an experience that lingers.
My gear is packed. Got my shoes. My costumes are hanging on a nail behind my desk with my T-squares and rulers. Several coworkers came by to peak under the plastic. Blue velvet. Very nice. Nervous?
Dress rehearsal is tonight.
We had tech and blocking last night. Our first time and only time fitting our routines on to the stage. One piece went well enough. The other is a disaster waiting to happen. Nothing much to be done about that now. Waiting.
Last night I was sorting the laundry. Lights, darks, delicates, etc. You know the drill. As I hadn't done laundry in a while, my bedroom floor was fairly well full of little piles as I went along. While sorting, I came across some socks of Meeko's.
(No spoilers. I promise.)
I've still got more vacation tales to relate and they're coming but I'm going to take a break from that and move on to a horse of a different color for a bit. (The vacation tales will come along later but fill in order by the date so you'll have to scroll back to them if you care.)
Day 4: History and Homesickness
Today we walked through a small farmers market in James Bay. No fruit and very few vegetables. These things are surprisingly sparse and expensive here when one is accustomed to life in California's central valley. It never occurred to me that one might have difficulty locating ripe bananas or oranges. The local grocery store here has California strawberries for $4/lb. I can get them for $0.99/lb at home from the stand in front of the strawberry field.
Day 3: Beach Combing
Today we travelled around the coast a bit. We found a look-out point with a path down to the water. Before descending I found a cluster of crows in the parking area. (Little known fact: A group of crows is called a "murder." How creepy is that?) I whipped out the camera and began snapping pictures. A woman sitting in a parked car gave me an odd look, no doubt trying to figure out where this tourist was from that crows would produce such a response. Don't mind me. New found personal obsession.