I guess I should write about our trip. I wanted to include photos, but I don’t know when I’ll get around to uploading them. So I’ll just post some random observations.
I can’t express how nice it was to be driving through the mountains again. It had been too long. My only regret is not being able to stop and spend a couple of days on a mountain. I dream of someday owning a house on the side of a mountain, where I can watch the mist rise off the valley every morning.
Some of those roads are scary. I learned how to use the “3” and “2” positions on my automatic shift lever.
Red Bull is some nasty shit. I don’t understand how people go through can after can of that stuff. I can understand how it works though – having carbonated cough syrup with the bouquet of a fresh fart hit one’s mouth would startle anyone into wakefullness.
We saw wind turbines. Good golly those things are big.
Holly, the new pooch, is a doll. I’m getting the idea, though, that all greyhounds have identical mannerisms. If it weren’t for her color and the fact that she’s huge, I’d think Canute were back from the dead. She’s lacking in direction too. Literally. She walks in zigzags and circles, given the chance. She’s a rascal too. She’s already begun making off witht the cat’s toys when nobody’s looking.
bookwyrm is every bit as fun to banter with offline as on. It was great to get to see her, I just wish we had had more time to hang out. If you were nervous, you hid it well. You didn’t come across as shy, just composed. Thanks for not physically assaulting me for my dislike of Harry Potter (or were you just holding back because avivahg was there?)
I don’t like hamburgers. I wish I could remember this fact. Every once in awhile I get a craving for one, remembering how I used to enjoy them in my childhood. And stupidly, I eat one, and discover before I’m half through that I really don’t like them anymore. The burger I had at the Jean Bonnet Tavern was as good a an example of burger-craft as you could hope to find – a huge, juicy, tender slab of black angus, melted swiss, fried mushrooms, lettuce, tomato, thinly sliced red onions, a hearty bun. And frankly, I enjoyed the cole slaw more than the burger. I mean just listen to that “a huge, juicy, tender slab of black angus” – yech! I become less carnivorous by the week.
Listening to large quantities of Micheal Pritzl’s music makes me want to go to church. I know I’d be dissapointed though.