It was cold riding alongside the frosty swamps this morning after a week in sunny (and hot) Solvang. (At least for us 70s and sunny is hot. My forearms are peeling.) We had a great time, and rode lots of big (and small) hills-- even Mt. Figueroa-- which was a ten mile climb beyond category, or so they said. It was my favorite day, since there was no traffic at all.
I will be away from my desk-- and thus the blog-- until April 29th. Chip and I are going to grown-up bike camp in California, which should be really fun. I will tell you about it when I return. Stoli is tending the chickens, and the trusty housesitter and her entourage (it's complicated, as they say) are in charge of home, hearth, and Phoebe. Pearl has already left for next door, as she prefers to hang out with the babies anyway. So, have a good weekend-- and week-- enjoy Passover and Easter, and I'll check in as soon as I get home. Wish me luck!
I started to try and tell you all that's going on at the library this week-- ( I know, I missed Joe's slide show last night because it was so nice out and I wasn't paying attention to the time, with these late sunny evenings it's hard-- ) But decided to tack the poster here instead, so you can see for yourself who is playing music in the stacks and so forth.
There was a moment yesterday afternoon, when the sky was bright, the tide was out, and the wind was blowing just strong enough to fly my granddaughter's kite, that I thought, "If a fairy godmother appears right now and gives me the option of instantly being anywhere else in the world with a million dollars in my debit account, I won't take it. I will stay right here."
It's been a busy week. It's amazing how much I can do when a book is done.
Well, we can hope. I should have been suspicious when one friend said she came down with food poisoning on the ferry on her way home from a winter Outside, but her husband didn't, and no one else on board seemed to either. Or Sunday night when Dave (of the terrific Dave and Mandy folk duo) needed a stool to sit on, and did not attend the pre-concert potluck because of food poisoning-- or even on Sunday when I felt a little queasy in church, and a long walk did not perk me up enough to rally for Norm's annual Aloha birthday party, which always signals the arrival of spring.
My favorite typo of the month, okay maybe ever, is on Jim Greene's Alaska Weather Calendar, which is also my favorite calendar ever, as it has all kinds of weather information not available anywhere else. In April in addition to all the monthly climate data from precip to daylight, checking it on the kitchen wall everyday I learn something new-- or it reminds me of something old-- or something I should do-- there's a photo of Mt.