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SORRY, ERMA

4 July 2019

A quote for the day from my hero, Erma Bombeck

You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics, where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness.  You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.

Sorry, Erma   That nation you loved died and I don't know that we will ever get it back again.  I will NOT be watching the festivities from Washington, D.C. today.

* * *

Well, here we are in Santa Barbara.  It is about 3 a.m. and I am kicking myself because I was so exhausted at midnight that I flopped on the couch to go to sleep and when Alice Nan asked if I wanted a blanket, I told her that it was too hot (it was),  But when I woke up around 2 it was no longer too hot and I don't know where to find a blanket so I'm shivering and might as well write a journal entry.

Also, I can't connect to the internet.  I have the right connection, and the right password, but it will connect for just a moment and then disconnect, so I don't know when I am going to be able to connect, but I'll just keep writing and hope for the best.

Ned came over around 10 and blew through the house like a white tornado, helping us pack and starting the work he's going to be doing while we are here.  He had nearly denuded the bush outside the back door, giving room for workmen to come in and out later this week.  I have to admit I am excited to see what they are going to get done while we are gone.

Amazingly, were on the road by noon and had an uneventful trip down as far as Five Guys, where we had lunch.  Traffic was terrible for a long time, but finally opened up around Gilroy, just in time for us to make our annual stop for cherries.

I never pass through a stretch ofroad around Salinas without thinking of the beautiful descriptive passages John Steinbeck wrote in "East of Eden,"

The Salinas Valley is in Northern California.  It is a long, narrow swale between two ranges of mountains, and the Salinas River winds and twists up the center until it falls at last into Monterey Bay.

I remember the Gabilan Mountains to the east of the valley were light gay mountains full of sun and loveliness and a kind of invitation so that you wanted to climb into their warm foothills almost as you want to climb into the lap of a beloved mother.  They were beckoning mountains with a brown grass love...

The light on the Gabilan Mountains yesterday was just so lovely, with the shadows making the "brown" (which I equate with "dead grass") positively beautiful.  They displayed everything wonderful Steinbeck ever wrote about them.

We were finishing a Lescroart audio book, "The Suspect" which we started about a year ago, but since we haven't traveled anywhere since July of last year, had not had enough in-car time to finish,  But we finished it about half an hour from Santa Barbara, so started a Harlan Coben ("Play Dead"), which we won't have time to finish before we return to Davis, so that audio book, too, will probably take a year to finish.

We pulled into Alice Nan & Joe's around 7:30. Norm and Olivia have been here for a few days and we all visited around pizza that Joe and Norm bought on their way home from their golf game.

I discovered that I remembered to pack all the cords for all of my electronic devices, and then left the Kindle and iPod at home so I will have a week with only the cell phone (and this computer, if I can ever get it to work). 

We watched Joe and Alice Nan's photos from their recent trip to No. California on their HUGE screen TV and then we all faded and headed off to bed.  I don't even remember when the lights were turned off, I was soo tired.

Now I have to see if I can get back to sleep, while cold [update:  I couldn't], and then find out what the order of the day will be.  (If there is any consolation it's that frustration over the connect problem has made me all sweaty, so I don't need a blanket any more)

Tom and Joe's big 4th of July BBQ will take place on the 6th, so we won't be out with the throngs picnicking today.  The others will probably go out to view fireworks, but I don't think I can do all that walking and sitting on the ground, etc., so I'll stay at home..and maybe try to figure out why this computer is refusing to connect.

 

PHOTO OF THE DAY

Gabilan Mountains

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