A MARY POPPINS KINDA
2 March 2002
A newscaster this morning called this a "Mary Poppins kind of day."
He was referring to the wind blustering through this part of the state right now. I
thought it was a great term to use--but can't remember there being any big wind associated
with Mary Poppins. Still, this is a Mary Poppins kind of day.
We went to a show in Sacramento last night and nearly blew off the causeway on the way
back to Davis, the wind was so strong (up to 40 mph, 70 in some places). When we drove
through Davis, after getting off the freeway, it was like driving through a tornado. There
were branches down all over town and Walt had to weave in and out through them as he drove
down the streets.
Once inside the house, the wind howled outside and anything that was not weighted down
was long gone. It was a night to hunker down under a heavy blanket.
The wind is a bit less this morning--at least it's not howling--but it's still strong
enough that as I drive around town, there are tarps flapping everywhere, like the city is
one gigantic wash line. Tree limbs and leaves still litter the streets.
The one advantage to a day like this, though, is that the air is crystal clear. It's
the kind of day when I wish I had business in San Francisco. On a day like this, the city
puts on its best face. It sparkles from every angle. I love the drive down I-80 headed for
the Bay Bridge. There is a point where you come up over an overpass. You look down on
Golden Gate Fields racetrack, and beyond that the city spreads out before you, the Bay
Bridge to your left, the Golden Gate bridge to your right.
On a day like today, that view would be spectacular. The water on the bay would sparkle
as the sun bounced off the waves. And I would take it all in, proud to call it "my
But I'm not headed to San Francisco. I'm here in Davis and can only appreciate the view
of the snow-capped Sierras off in the distance. Amazing how on a clear day they look so
Look Ma, no Cavities!
Had a dental appointment today. I love my dentist. I've talked about my dental problems before, and how
I came to love my dentist. I've been going to Cindy for several years now and can say that
in all that time (through cavities and root canal and crowns and all that good stuff),
I've never been uncomfortable. With an office that is primarily women (women dentists,
hygienists, assistants, and, until today, clerical staff), the radio going, and open
dental areas, where you can talk with the person working on the patient in the next
cubicle, it's always like going to the beauty parlor--or at least what I remember of going
to the beauty parlor, before I started paying Super Cuts to chop off my hair when
Cindy tells me that my new lifestyle and its eating habits are doing good things for my
mouth. Good for me!
And then, to continue this "taking care of myself" day, I picked up a
glucometer, so I can start measuring my blood sugar. I'm still not 100% convinced that I
really have diabetes. The first two test numbers (one before, one after lunch) certainly
don't indicate that. But we'll wait till the result of my next fasting glucose test (next
week) and then see if my new lifestyle is helping that diagnosis as well.
Anybody ever see the Pilobolus Dance
Troupe? We had free tickets to one of their shows last night (even though it was like
a busman's holiday, I was able to enjoy it more because I knew I didn't have to rush home
and write a review of it).
The dance company is amazing. It's kind of impossible to describe--I'm sitting here
trying to find the words. Suffice to say, if you ever get the chance to attend a
performance, I highly recommend it.
Tonight we attended the opening of a production of Carnival. To be
charitable, it was not a wonderful night of theatre. Walt's comment when we were
walking back to the car: "I'm glad I don't have to review it!"
The winds are dying down and the weather people say that it's going to be a lovely
weekend. You might say it's going to be supercalafragelisticexpialadocious.