I had to go to the regular grocery store today. This means any grocery store that is not Westborn Market, Trader Joe's or Whole Foods. See, we were nearly out of TP and that requires a trip to the regular store. Of which, I am rather afraid.
Usually I just run in and grab the TP and get out fast (often with ice cream, strange how that happens). Usually, I make it out before the panic sets in. This time, I decided to just grab a few other things since I didn't really need to make a trip all the way out to Westborn due to the still stuffed Thanksgiving fridge.
Inside the regular store, it is just so big and there is so much food that no one really needs to be eating, ever. Scary things. In really bright packages that have lies printed on them. There is a whole frozen case devoted to weird things to microwave for breakfast. And none of them look as tasty as what I usually eat - an apple and a piece of cheese. Also Gorilla Munch, which does come in a rather brightly colored package, but I immediately dump it into a nice glass jar so all is well there.
So I end up walking around this place with my mouth hanging open in wonder and terror. I am sure the employees must think I am nuts.
Here is what I managed to buy:
12 pears in a multi-colored selection (separated by variety so there was no fight with the cashier this time)
A bag of oranges for MV ( which I consider too difficult to eat due to the white stuff but he doesn't seem bothered by it)
Lunch meat for MV (did you know there is something called olive loaf? Seriously, there is. But you can be sure I have no idea what it tastes like)
Laura's ground beef (for the shepherds pie to use up the left over Thanksgiving mashed potatoes)
Beef broth (see beef above)
Hummus (MI made from Garden Fresh - yum!)
Quilted Northern TP (but not the mega rolls which are just weird)
You will note that there is no ice cream included in this list. Sadly, it was not on sale which I had to take as a sign.
So, am I weird? Is anyone else scared of the regular grocery store? I have this feeling it is just me...
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Shout Out to the Tofurky Women in Trader Joe's
Awesomeness is sometimes quite obvious. There are people who do something and the world is changed for the better because of their actions. As a result, they may become famous, get on TV or receive a big award and everyone talks about it. Sometimes even after their passing, on into time for new generations to ponder and emulate. What we choose to honor as these acts of greatness defines us as a society.
Then there is a much smaller version of awesomeness. Everyday in nature and easy to overlook. No one is going to talk about these acts on into time or usually even at all. It is the greatness of the small acts we do with each and every choice we make. This is what defines us as a community and as individuals.
From time to time, I like to celebrate small acts of awesomeness that have stuck with me. Shall we share one together?
I overheard the following conversation in Trader Joe's this weekend as I was pondering the cheese selection. It was between two regular, average, nothing-jumping-out-at-me-to-remember middle aged women standing in front of the Tofurky display.
Woman 1: So that's it?
Woman 2: Yep, it is. It even comes with it's own gravy.
W 1: And that is what she eats?
W 2: That's what she said.
W 1: Well, that's what you need then.
And the box went into the cart.
When you are saying this conversation in your head, make sure to say it like I heard it. With a bit of doubt maybe, but pretty much just checking the situation out. I am pretty sure neither of them had ever heard of Tofurky before.
Ok, you are thinking, this little story is getting a bit boring. But that's kind of the point. Nothing big was happening, just two women shopping. But the simple action of buying something that they had never heard of, and probably found a bit weird, for one of them to prepare for someone she cared about struck me as being one of the most important things I might hear all day. I was hearing pure tolerance and love for someone who was different from them.
Go back to the conversation and say it in your head with a negative attitude in your voice. That is what she eats? like you think she is weird and bothersome and just trying to cause trouble. All too often, it goes like that.
So, big shout out to that Tofurky buying woman and her supportive friend. I think it is super awesome that you cared enough about this person coming to your Thanksgiving feast to take into consideration her preferences.
I totally wanted to tap you on the shoulder and tell you. But that might have been just a little bit too weird.
Then there is a much smaller version of awesomeness. Everyday in nature and easy to overlook. No one is going to talk about these acts on into time or usually even at all. It is the greatness of the small acts we do with each and every choice we make. This is what defines us as a community and as individuals.
From time to time, I like to celebrate small acts of awesomeness that have stuck with me. Shall we share one together?
I overheard the following conversation in Trader Joe's this weekend as I was pondering the cheese selection. It was between two regular, average, nothing-jumping-out-at-me-to-remember middle aged women standing in front of the Tofurky display.
Woman 1: So that's it?
Woman 2: Yep, it is. It even comes with it's own gravy.
W 1: And that is what she eats?
W 2: That's what she said.
W 1: Well, that's what you need then.
And the box went into the cart.
When you are saying this conversation in your head, make sure to say it like I heard it. With a bit of doubt maybe, but pretty much just checking the situation out. I am pretty sure neither of them had ever heard of Tofurky before.
Ok, you are thinking, this little story is getting a bit boring. But that's kind of the point. Nothing big was happening, just two women shopping. But the simple action of buying something that they had never heard of, and probably found a bit weird, for one of them to prepare for someone she cared about struck me as being one of the most important things I might hear all day. I was hearing pure tolerance and love for someone who was different from them.
Go back to the conversation and say it in your head with a negative attitude in your voice. That is what she eats? like you think she is weird and bothersome and just trying to cause trouble. All too often, it goes like that.
So, big shout out to that Tofurky buying woman and her supportive friend. I think it is super awesome that you cared enough about this person coming to your Thanksgiving feast to take into consideration her preferences.
I totally wanted to tap you on the shoulder and tell you. But that might have been just a little bit too weird.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
I Love Words
Everything about them. How they can be placed into a basic sentence to serve your immediate communication need or how they can be spun into a tale that completely absorbs your very existence and requires you to awake from a dream when you are finished reading.
Years ago, I picked up a book in Heathrow airport. I cannot survive a flight without having enough reading material to leave no possibility that I will run out. I think I actually grabbed three off the 'buy two, get one' table. This specific book was by an Irish author and told the story of a carpenter who had become deaf as a child in a bombing by the IRA. It didn't fixate on the bombing, but was a novel of his life as an adult. I can't remember the plot beyond what I just told you, but what sticks in my mind is the artistry of the prose. I was mesmerized. Completely taken in by the words, how they formed together and flowed from one to the other was a thing of beauty. I loaned the book to my mother when she was recovering from a surgery and she cannot now find it. I long for that book. She assumes it is somewhere in her house still. All of her books were packed into boxes during a remodeling project and have not yet come back out. So someday we may be reunited. Maybe. Until then, it lives in my memory like a lost love. I do hope that the metaphor stops there and doesn't include it coming back into my life sporting long-forgotten terrible habits and a beer belly (or the literary equivalent - choppy sentences and often repeated dull words).
Here are a few ways to learn more words for yourself. (So when you talk to me, I will swoon.)
Save the Words - just heard about this the other day on NPR. You adopt a fading word and pledge to use it as often as possible. Haven't picked my word yet, but had to close the window while writing this because the little voices were kind of freaking me out.
Free Rice - terribly addictive game, designed by a father to help his son on a standardized vocab test. You just choose the word that means the same as the word you are given (the synonym - but you knew that word right?) and for each time you play, rice is donated to feed the hungry. As you advance levels, the words get harder. I popped on to make sure I got the link right and I am up to level 36. The words are getting rather difficult. Or should I say formidable?
Thesaurus.com - really I don't know half the words you think I know. Or rather, I know them but cannot always recall the perfect one at the moment that it is needed. So I cheat. Or I am quite ingenious. You pick. I just know that I hate to read something that uses the same old word over and over and over.
Now your task is to pick a word and start using it. Or play a round of free rice. And let me know what you picked or how you did. It will be music to my ears.
And if anyone ever finds out what the title of that book is, you will be my literary hero!
Years ago, I picked up a book in Heathrow airport. I cannot survive a flight without having enough reading material to leave no possibility that I will run out. I think I actually grabbed three off the 'buy two, get one' table. This specific book was by an Irish author and told the story of a carpenter who had become deaf as a child in a bombing by the IRA. It didn't fixate on the bombing, but was a novel of his life as an adult. I can't remember the plot beyond what I just told you, but what sticks in my mind is the artistry of the prose. I was mesmerized. Completely taken in by the words, how they formed together and flowed from one to the other was a thing of beauty. I loaned the book to my mother when she was recovering from a surgery and she cannot now find it. I long for that book. She assumes it is somewhere in her house still. All of her books were packed into boxes during a remodeling project and have not yet come back out. So someday we may be reunited. Maybe. Until then, it lives in my memory like a lost love. I do hope that the metaphor stops there and doesn't include it coming back into my life sporting long-forgotten terrible habits and a beer belly (or the literary equivalent - choppy sentences and often repeated dull words).
Here are a few ways to learn more words for yourself. (So when you talk to me, I will swoon.)
Save the Words - just heard about this the other day on NPR. You adopt a fading word and pledge to use it as often as possible. Haven't picked my word yet, but had to close the window while writing this because the little voices were kind of freaking me out.
Free Rice - terribly addictive game, designed by a father to help his son on a standardized vocab test. You just choose the word that means the same as the word you are given (the synonym - but you knew that word right?) and for each time you play, rice is donated to feed the hungry. As you advance levels, the words get harder. I popped on to make sure I got the link right and I am up to level 36. The words are getting rather difficult. Or should I say formidable?
Thesaurus.com - really I don't know half the words you think I know. Or rather, I know them but cannot always recall the perfect one at the moment that it is needed. So I cheat. Or I am quite ingenious. You pick. I just know that I hate to read something that uses the same old word over and over and over.
Now your task is to pick a word and start using it. Or play a round of free rice. And let me know what you picked or how you did. It will be music to my ears.
And if anyone ever finds out what the title of that book is, you will be my literary hero!
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Grade Report
You know that open book test with no book? Apparently I set the curve. We got our tests back in class on Monday and I managed to pull off a 94% - perfect short answer and 4 multiple choice wrong. Two of those, I'm not so sure I couldn't argue my way into being right if I needed. The third was from the one "additional reading" article I didn't manage to read. And the fourth - well for that one I was just plain wrong. The professor let us know that the highest score in the class was 94%. I sat quietly at my desk, biting my tongue and holding in an overwhelming desire to announce that it was me (me, me, me!) See, the parking lot is big and dark and I am not sure I want to make any enemies.
So enough whining already.
I celebrated by stopping by Scoops Ice Cream on Orchard Lake on the way home. Ice cream when it is freezing out? Oh yes. Stick with me and your taste buds will be in heaven.
Order two baby scoops in the same bowl. The chocolate almond and the pumpkin. Pumpkin is a softer ice cream, so have it on top or the chocolate will squish it. Then dig in and get a bit of both on your spoon.
It was so fabulous I went back again today. I took a picture so you could see how it works.
Goes quite well with coffee if you are so inclined. There's a Starbucks right up the street...
So enough whining already.
I celebrated by stopping by Scoops Ice Cream on Orchard Lake on the way home. Ice cream when it is freezing out? Oh yes. Stick with me and your taste buds will be in heaven.
Order two baby scoops in the same bowl. The chocolate almond and the pumpkin. Pumpkin is a softer ice cream, so have it on top or the chocolate will squish it. Then dig in and get a bit of both on your spoon.
It was so fabulous I went back again today. I took a picture so you could see how it works.
Oops, I kind of ate it in the car. But here it is with visual aids so you won't forget.
Goes quite well with coffee if you are so inclined. There's a Starbucks right up the street...
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Mood Meter - Only Slightly Improved
I am thinking that last post might have made me sound a bit scattered (to put it nicely.) That's kind of how I feel lately. On the inside - I sure hope not on the outside too.
I am just not having a good week. For no specific reason, more like a whole bunch of little ones. And my cheerfulness is squashed down by my worries. About stuff that I really can't control anyway.
So here is the plan. If there is anyone actually reading this - I know some of you said you were but I fear my lack of regular posting is killing my following - then post a comment. Doesn't have to be anything important, just say hi so I know you are there. Then I will feel obligated to write amusing stuff for you and, in the process, will probably cheer myself up a bit.
Or just do it anyway!
I am just not having a good week. For no specific reason, more like a whole bunch of little ones. And my cheerfulness is squashed down by my worries. About stuff that I really can't control anyway.
So here is the plan. If there is anyone actually reading this - I know some of you said you were but I fear my lack of regular posting is killing my following - then post a comment. Doesn't have to be anything important, just say hi so I know you are there. Then I will feel obligated to write amusing stuff for you and, in the process, will probably cheer myself up a bit.
Or just do it anyway!
Monday, October 25, 2010
Shut up! I hate you!
Well, not you specifically. Unless you were in front of me on I-75 today. Then maybe I actually do.
Let's get right to it. I am having a totally crap day. Which, when you look at the individual elements, does not seem that crappy. But trust me, the whole is much worse than the parts. Or something like that.
6:30: This is the time I should have gotten out of bed.
7:15ish: Crawl out of bed. No reason for being this tired. None at all. So now have to get ready a warp speed.
7:55: Leave for work. This is surprisingly good. If I leave before 8, it is safe to assume I will arrive on time. And since I have to cover the front desk for a vacation, I absolutely, positively, no questions, no excuses, have to show up on time. Which happens to be 8:30. So I was aiming to leave by 7:45 just in case.
8:05ish: Wow, traffic is great. I'm totally going to be early.
8:12 ish: Who is this absolute f*ckhead? Why is he letting everyone cut in front of his stupid oversize truck? The rule is that you just have to line up around Woodward to get on the ramp to I-75 - no zooming ahead and cutting in. Oh look, he has a bumper sticker to explain it. It says, "Caution! Driver just doesn't give a sh*t anymore."
8:22: OK, I'm on I-75. I'll just floor it. Right into the rear end of the minivan with the not working taillight. Almost.
8:26: Maniac driving gets me to the off ramp. Looking ahead - it's GREEN! It is never green at the no-turn-on-red, 3-minute-long off ramp light. And I am SO GOING TO MAKE IT! Yellow. So what, we can do it. NO! NO! NO! You are not stopping right in front of me. I was ready to run it you sh*t for brains total idiot coward b*stard. Everyone else went. Why are you in front of me?!?
8:27: Complete fail. Screaming at the car in front of me is not even helping. And I am giving it my best effort.
8:29: Hey, it's green. You bet your boots I am going to ride your sweet a$$ my friend.
8:31: Rush in with wild eyes, mad hair and quite an attitude. Grab the phone. Fortunately, no one called just then.
Basic day at work, covering the front desk. People called and asked me things I didn't know. I attempted to get them to people who did know. I prayed all three lines would not ring at once. I got nothing else done because the front desk computer doesn't have any of the design software I use. Overall, nothing much to report except that my dream career does not involve multiple telephone lines. Thank goodness!
6:05: Arrive at class for my open book mid-term.
Have you ever had that dream where you realize that you forgot to go to class all semester and suddenly there is a test and you have no idea what is on it? How about the one where you show up for the open book mid-term and realize you do not have your book with you? THAT SECOND ONE IS NOT A DREAM!
Yeah, all that rushing this morning that didn't even result in getting to work on time and I managed to run out of the house without the book. Which was sitting out on the kitchen island where I would certainly not miss it. Certainly.
Now all that remains is to find out how much I really KNOW about marketing versus how much I could have looked up really quickly. I should get bonus points for not having a meltdown.
But right now, I'm kind of with the truck driver - I just don't give a...
Let's get right to it. I am having a totally crap day. Which, when you look at the individual elements, does not seem that crappy. But trust me, the whole is much worse than the parts. Or something like that.
6:30: This is the time I should have gotten out of bed.
7:15ish: Crawl out of bed. No reason for being this tired. None at all. So now have to get ready a warp speed.
7:55: Leave for work. This is surprisingly good. If I leave before 8, it is safe to assume I will arrive on time. And since I have to cover the front desk for a vacation, I absolutely, positively, no questions, no excuses, have to show up on time. Which happens to be 8:30. So I was aiming to leave by 7:45 just in case.
8:05ish: Wow, traffic is great. I'm totally going to be early.
8:12 ish: Who is this absolute f*ckhead? Why is he letting everyone cut in front of his stupid oversize truck? The rule is that you just have to line up around Woodward to get on the ramp to I-75 - no zooming ahead and cutting in. Oh look, he has a bumper sticker to explain it. It says, "Caution! Driver just doesn't give a sh*t anymore."
8:22: OK, I'm on I-75. I'll just floor it. Right into the rear end of the minivan with the not working taillight. Almost.
8:26: Maniac driving gets me to the off ramp. Looking ahead - it's GREEN! It is never green at the no-turn-on-red, 3-minute-long off ramp light. And I am SO GOING TO MAKE IT! Yellow. So what, we can do it. NO! NO! NO! You are not stopping right in front of me. I was ready to run it you sh*t for brains total idiot coward b*stard. Everyone else went. Why are you in front of me?!?
8:27: Complete fail. Screaming at the car in front of me is not even helping. And I am giving it my best effort.
8:29: Hey, it's green. You bet your boots I am going to ride your sweet a$$ my friend.
8:31: Rush in with wild eyes, mad hair and quite an attitude. Grab the phone. Fortunately, no one called just then.
Basic day at work, covering the front desk. People called and asked me things I didn't know. I attempted to get them to people who did know. I prayed all three lines would not ring at once. I got nothing else done because the front desk computer doesn't have any of the design software I use. Overall, nothing much to report except that my dream career does not involve multiple telephone lines. Thank goodness!
6:05: Arrive at class for my open book mid-term.
Have you ever had that dream where you realize that you forgot to go to class all semester and suddenly there is a test and you have no idea what is on it? How about the one where you show up for the open book mid-term and realize you do not have your book with you? THAT SECOND ONE IS NOT A DREAM!
Yeah, all that rushing this morning that didn't even result in getting to work on time and I managed to run out of the house without the book. Which was sitting out on the kitchen island where I would certainly not miss it. Certainly.
Now all that remains is to find out how much I really KNOW about marketing versus how much I could have looked up really quickly. I should get bonus points for not having a meltdown.
But right now, I'm kind of with the truck driver - I just don't give a...
Friday, August 27, 2010
Prezzies!
I confess, I love presents. It is not about the money spent or whether it is fancy. And while I am a sucker for something that someone really put thought into or made themselves, that is not even a requirement. Heck, you could wrap a candy bar in the comics and stick a bow on the top and it would make my heart race to tear into it. (Well, I do love a good candy bar...but I digress.)
So, just a few minutes ago the doorbell rang and the fabulous UPS man had made a little visit. Seriously, is there a rule that you have to save opening the presents until after the wedding? I mean, you don't even have to save that up for until the groom gets home right?
I need to know because, depending on the answer, I may have to go find the packaging tape.
ps - A big thanks to Cathy and Claire and Josh, Rachel and Dahlia, my father and the whole GNO crew for giving me a little thrill these past few days!
So, just a few minutes ago the doorbell rang and the fabulous UPS man had made a little visit. Seriously, is there a rule that you have to save opening the presents until after the wedding? I mean, you don't even have to save that up for until the groom gets home right?
I need to know because, depending on the answer, I may have to go find the packaging tape.
ps - A big thanks to Cathy and Claire and Josh, Rachel and Dahlia, my father and the whole GNO crew for giving me a little thrill these past few days!
Monday, August 02, 2010
Scary Night!
Yesterday was a pretty good day. Could have been better if I were free of the evil coughing virus, but give it a few days and I'll be fabulous again. But sadly I have no training to report, as I had to sit out of the Sunday morning bike ride that I organized due to the aforementioned virus and coughing. But MV valiantly tried to kill his new friends with speed and endurance. These new friends were totally up to the challenge and I have heard a fun ride was had by all. Then I met them for breakfast - which I can guarantee was fabulous.
Yesterday night, on the other hand, was not pretty good. Anytime police have to be called, it falls in the not good arena. But it does feature a bike, so I guess it belongs here.
See, it was about 10:30 p.m. MV had gone up to bed. I was sitting in the couch, right where I am now in fact, wearing the same clothes I am currently wearing - ewwww - and having a little peek at Facebook before bed. (Don't worry - I put them on in the evening cuz I got my other clothes dirty from gardening, so these are relatively clean still. I know you were obsessing.) I heard a metallic noise that came from the gas fireplace area, right across the room from me and next to the big giant window with open curtains. Sometimes in the winter, when you turn off the fireplace, the little vent box outside gives a metallic twang as it cools. It was sort of like that. But it is not winter and the fireplace was not on. I sort of looked up, but the cats hadn't moved so I figured it was nothing. A minute later, Ari (cat) gets up and starts looking out the big giant window with the curtains open. But he doesn't looks scared, just interested. Tully (cat) starts looking out the back sliding door, again just interested. I figure that Black Kitty, their friend who thinks he lives on our deck and I don't know where he really lives but he doesn't look like a stray, was out there trying to get them to come play. Eventually both lay back down. I glance up again.
PEEKING IN THE LOWER RIGHT CORNER OF THE WINDOW IS A PALE FACE! I make a little startled sound - EEP! I am directly across the room from the face, staring right at it.It was lit only by the light coming out the window, which was not much, so I couldn't see that well. My logical mind takes over (later I realize this is not all that logical) and I figure it must be our friend Mark P who was in the area and came to see if we were still awake - but peeked in first to not bother us if we were sleeping. Or maybe my sister. Both of them are pretty pale. Mind you, I hadn't hear a car. So I say, "Hello. Who's out there?" The face moves back a bit, but is still there. "Hey," I say, "say your name so I know who it is." The face says nothing and moves away toward the front door. I go to the front door and flip on the outside light. I peer out the little window at the top, but no one is there. Now I'm annoyed - why is Mark P messing around? So I look back to the big giant window and kind of see that the person is pressed against the wall between the window and the front door - hiding from me. Then it occurs to me - that didn't really look like anyone I knew, even in the dark, and this might not be good. So I yell for MV, grab my purse (containing the cell phone) and book upstairs.
I quickly explain that there is someone peeking in the window and we need to fix this problem. MV says, "Well, did you bring me pants?" I'm all, "No, I didn't think of it. I brought a cell phone. I think I'll call 911." He says to wait and finds some jeans. He grabs the flashlight weapon and goes out the back door. Not what I had in mind exactly. But he checks all around the deck and door and there is no one. He gets the work flashlights and goes to the end of the drive. He reports back that the guy was laying in the yard across the street next to a bike, but got up, stumbled and ran into the woods. He never would have seen him except the bike reflectors lit up nicely when he hit them with the flashlight. He left the bike, which had branches and twigs all caught in it like it was dragged through the woods. We wonder if it was stolen from another house.
By this time, I have called 911. I quickly explained that it was not an immediate emergency, but that someone had been peeking in the windows and laying in the neighbor's yard so I thought I needed to report it. (Poor woman on 911 - I apparently am not skilled at explaining my emergency. So glad I am not famous so my call will not get played for everyone to hear.) She says she will send someone over and we should watch the bike so it doesn't go away. We stalk around the yard - ok, I cower and MV stalks - and keep guard over the bike. Within, I'm guessing, 10 minutes we have two police cars. With nice, VERY young looking (gosh I'm old) cops. Thank goodness they didn't come all lights flashing and freak the neighbors out - we possibly did that with our running around and flashlighting, but they probably assumed I lost a cat again. We told them the story. MV said they might have been a drunk since they did stumble when getting up. And there had been a party down the street earlier, but it didn't seem rowdy and was long over.
The cops looked at the bike. They said they guessed it was evidence and they should take it. Then they decided maybe it was better to lean it against the tree near the street to see if anyone came back. Or if they later saw someone riding a purple bike around in town - not sure what they planned to do actually. And they said they would be around the area that evening if anything else happened. They did not take fingerprints or spray cool solution all over everything like in CSI.
We went our separate ways. Aside from me thinking I heard a noise while we locked up the house, prompting MV to have to go out again with the flashlight, it was a quiet night from that point on. I can't say that I really slept much. I kept peeking out the bedroom window to see if the bike was still there.
And there it remained, still leaning on that tree at the end of the drive.
2:27 p.m.
Just looked out. The bike is gone. For those who will ask, no it was not an expensive bike.
Yesterday night, on the other hand, was not pretty good. Anytime police have to be called, it falls in the not good arena. But it does feature a bike, so I guess it belongs here.
See, it was about 10:30 p.m. MV had gone up to bed. I was sitting in the couch, right where I am now in fact, wearing the same clothes I am currently wearing - ewwww - and having a little peek at Facebook before bed. (Don't worry - I put them on in the evening cuz I got my other clothes dirty from gardening, so these are relatively clean still. I know you were obsessing.) I heard a metallic noise that came from the gas fireplace area, right across the room from me and next to the big giant window with open curtains. Sometimes in the winter, when you turn off the fireplace, the little vent box outside gives a metallic twang as it cools. It was sort of like that. But it is not winter and the fireplace was not on. I sort of looked up, but the cats hadn't moved so I figured it was nothing. A minute later, Ari (cat) gets up and starts looking out the big giant window with the curtains open. But he doesn't looks scared, just interested. Tully (cat) starts looking out the back sliding door, again just interested. I figure that Black Kitty, their friend who thinks he lives on our deck and I don't know where he really lives but he doesn't look like a stray, was out there trying to get them to come play. Eventually both lay back down. I glance up again.
PEEKING IN THE LOWER RIGHT CORNER OF THE WINDOW IS A PALE FACE! I make a little startled sound - EEP! I am directly across the room from the face, staring right at it.It was lit only by the light coming out the window, which was not much, so I couldn't see that well. My logical mind takes over (later I realize this is not all that logical) and I figure it must be our friend Mark P who was in the area and came to see if we were still awake - but peeked in first to not bother us if we were sleeping. Or maybe my sister. Both of them are pretty pale. Mind you, I hadn't hear a car. So I say, "Hello. Who's out there?" The face moves back a bit, but is still there. "Hey," I say, "say your name so I know who it is." The face says nothing and moves away toward the front door. I go to the front door and flip on the outside light. I peer out the little window at the top, but no one is there. Now I'm annoyed - why is Mark P messing around? So I look back to the big giant window and kind of see that the person is pressed against the wall between the window and the front door - hiding from me. Then it occurs to me - that didn't really look like anyone I knew, even in the dark, and this might not be good. So I yell for MV, grab my purse (containing the cell phone) and book upstairs.
I quickly explain that there is someone peeking in the window and we need to fix this problem. MV says, "Well, did you bring me pants?" I'm all, "No, I didn't think of it. I brought a cell phone. I think I'll call 911." He says to wait and finds some jeans. He grabs the flashlight weapon and goes out the back door. Not what I had in mind exactly. But he checks all around the deck and door and there is no one. He gets the work flashlights and goes to the end of the drive. He reports back that the guy was laying in the yard across the street next to a bike, but got up, stumbled and ran into the woods. He never would have seen him except the bike reflectors lit up nicely when he hit them with the flashlight. He left the bike, which had branches and twigs all caught in it like it was dragged through the woods. We wonder if it was stolen from another house.
By this time, I have called 911. I quickly explained that it was not an immediate emergency, but that someone had been peeking in the windows and laying in the neighbor's yard so I thought I needed to report it. (Poor woman on 911 - I apparently am not skilled at explaining my emergency. So glad I am not famous so my call will not get played for everyone to hear.) She says she will send someone over and we should watch the bike so it doesn't go away. We stalk around the yard - ok, I cower and MV stalks - and keep guard over the bike. Within, I'm guessing, 10 minutes we have two police cars. With nice, VERY young looking (gosh I'm old) cops. Thank goodness they didn't come all lights flashing and freak the neighbors out - we possibly did that with our running around and flashlighting, but they probably assumed I lost a cat again. We told them the story. MV said they might have been a drunk since they did stumble when getting up. And there had been a party down the street earlier, but it didn't seem rowdy and was long over.
The cops looked at the bike. They said they guessed it was evidence and they should take it. Then they decided maybe it was better to lean it against the tree near the street to see if anyone came back. Or if they later saw someone riding a purple bike around in town - not sure what they planned to do actually. And they said they would be around the area that evening if anything else happened. They did not take fingerprints or spray cool solution all over everything like in CSI.
We went our separate ways. Aside from me thinking I heard a noise while we locked up the house, prompting MV to have to go out again with the flashlight, it was a quiet night from that point on. I can't say that I really slept much. I kept peeking out the bedroom window to see if the bike was still there.
And there it remained, still leaning on that tree at the end of the drive.
2:27 p.m.
Just looked out. The bike is gone. For those who will ask, no it was not an expensive bike.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Seattle to Portland - Day 14: Home again, home again
9:18 a.m.
Heck yeah, we are back in the Midwest. It is already over 80 and humid as can be. Luckily, the truck has air. I am not usually all about air, but sometimes, you gotta have it.
The truck is actually a bit like a hamster cage. The aquarium type, not the ones with little metal bars. We are in this box, windows on three sides, looking out on everything but not interacting with it. We have a stash of food and some water bottles so we are all set to hang for a while. In fact, when we do stop, there is a slight feeling of reluctance to leave this safe little haven and venture out into the big, scary world. Well, about half a second of reluctance. I also now understand why my sister’s hamsters kept escaping when we were kids. And they even had extra tubes to play in.
9:24 a.m.
I still do not have a mocha. Last night as we were winding our way back to the Super 8 – the only option available without another 30 minutes of driving and I believe I mentioned my reluctance – I noticed a sign for Under Ground. It was not open so not well lit, but I totally thought I had found a local coffee shop that would provide for my happiness in the morning. Yeah right. When you read the sign in the light of day it says Under Ground Graphics and they appear to print t-shirts. So much for that!
Had I not been positive that I was all hooked up, I could have looked up the nearest Starbucks while in he hotel. Nope – can’t say that I thought of that until far too late.
So here I am, riding along, with NO MOCHA! I am slightly less than chipper this morning,
9:31 a.m.
THERE IS A STARBUCKS AT EXIT 75! I just scared the crap out of MV.
9:44 a.m.
I have a mocha.
9:45 a.m.
Now we come to the “ain’t karma a bitch” portion of the story. See, on the way out of Starbucks, I asked if I should drive. MV says, “No, you will spill your mocha and we will have to go all the way back to get another one.” So we head out on the road. Apparently the lid was not put on MV’s coffee tightly. Now he only has 2 oz of coffee and wet feet.
I, on the other hand, am happily (not smugly at all) chewing the center out of the brie from my cheese and apple tray and sipping my giant mocha.
12:13 p.m.
We have more Starbucks. I am again happily eating the center out of the brie, accompanied this time by a shaken lemonade and iced tea. MV as cleared his karma issues and gets to have his coffee this time – all of it that is.
I again offered to drive, but MV wants to do it. I am starting to believe it is not because he feels that he needs to be the driver, but instead because he is not good at being the passenger. Being the passenger is a very important job. And not often very exciting unless you make it that way. Sometimes as the passenger, you have to:
5:48 p.m.
We are so close. But someone has to pee. And we are stuck in traffic near Ann Arbor. Ugh! But MV is nice and makes a stop after someone threatens to pee out the window.
6:30 p.m.
We arrive home. The cats celebrate.
Heck yeah, we are back in the Midwest. It is already over 80 and humid as can be. Luckily, the truck has air. I am not usually all about air, but sometimes, you gotta have it.
The truck is actually a bit like a hamster cage. The aquarium type, not the ones with little metal bars. We are in this box, windows on three sides, looking out on everything but not interacting with it. We have a stash of food and some water bottles so we are all set to hang for a while. In fact, when we do stop, there is a slight feeling of reluctance to leave this safe little haven and venture out into the big, scary world. Well, about half a second of reluctance. I also now understand why my sister’s hamsters kept escaping when we were kids. And they even had extra tubes to play in.
9:24 a.m.
I still do not have a mocha. Last night as we were winding our way back to the Super 8 – the only option available without another 30 minutes of driving and I believe I mentioned my reluctance – I noticed a sign for Under Ground. It was not open so not well lit, but I totally thought I had found a local coffee shop that would provide for my happiness in the morning. Yeah right. When you read the sign in the light of day it says Under Ground Graphics and they appear to print t-shirts. So much for that!
Had I not been positive that I was all hooked up, I could have looked up the nearest Starbucks while in he hotel. Nope – can’t say that I thought of that until far too late.
So here I am, riding along, with NO MOCHA! I am slightly less than chipper this morning,
9:31 a.m.
THERE IS A STARBUCKS AT EXIT 75! I just scared the crap out of MV.
9:44 a.m.
I have a mocha.
9:45 a.m.
Now we come to the “ain’t karma a bitch” portion of the story. See, on the way out of Starbucks, I asked if I should drive. MV says, “No, you will spill your mocha and we will have to go all the way back to get another one.” So we head out on the road. Apparently the lid was not put on MV’s coffee tightly. Now he only has 2 oz of coffee and wet feet.
I, on the other hand, am happily (not smugly at all) chewing the center out of the brie from my cheese and apple tray and sipping my giant mocha.
12:13 p.m.
We have more Starbucks. I am again happily eating the center out of the brie, accompanied this time by a shaken lemonade and iced tea. MV as cleared his karma issues and gets to have his coffee this time – all of it that is.
I again offered to drive, but MV wants to do it. I am starting to believe it is not because he feels that he needs to be the driver, but instead because he is not good at being the passenger. Being the passenger is a very important job. And not often very exciting unless you make it that way. Sometimes as the passenger, you have to:
- Read out loud the states from every license plate that passes.
- Read the map and not get the river names wrong. (which is surprisingly more difficult than you would think)
- Provide musical entertainment if you forgot the CDs.
- Look at magazines to find interesting bits of articles to highlight for the driver.
- Not comment when you don’t agree with a driving move.
- Write the blog.
- Wiggle around a lot (well, maybe not a requirement, but it helps pass time).
- Nap.
- Periodically ask, “So, how you doin’ over there?”
- And, of course, announce the baby cows.
5:48 p.m.
We are so close. But someone has to pee. And we are stuck in traffic near Ann Arbor. Ugh! But MV is nice and makes a stop after someone threatens to pee out the window.
6:30 p.m.
We arrive home. The cats celebrate.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Seattle to Portland – Day 13: So close...
7 a.m.
We head into the truck. I eat a lovely breakfast of left over raw veggies dipped into a little cup of cream cheese from the otherwise gluten filled free breakfast. I kept them in the carry out box on the air conditioner all night. Turns out, this is fabulous breakfast.
8 a.m.
Corn, corn, corn. Maybe a nap.
9:58 a.m.
MV passes through a time zone and does the phone thing again. I do not – zzzz… So now we have lost another hour. Where do they go?
10:34 a.m.
Apparently I have slept all morning. Corn, corn, corn.
MV is saying he is going to drive all the way to MI this evening.
A bit later
I read to MV from Triathlete magazine. I am terribly disappointed by this magazine – while the info seems ok, a lot of the writing is on maybe a 4th grade level and it just sort of touches on a subject, never really getting to the meat of anything. Certainly don’t need to subscribe to that one!
Sometime that afternoon
We pass into Iowa. Corn, corn, corn. See, I have now made up lots of corn songs. They are to the tune of other familiar songs, but feature the word corn almost exclusively.
4:48 p.m.
We are stopping to see some friends of MV’s family from when they used to live in Iowa. So we drive through this town that MV hasn’t seen since he was 10. Strangely, he remembers all these details.
We stop by for an hour visit. They have plans that evening so cannot visit longer, but it is good because we need to get going again if we are going to make IL for the night. Luckily the drive all night and get to MI at like 7 a.m. plan has been dismissed. So glad truck is too uncomfortable for real sleep. If it were, MV would probably try to get me to sleep again so he could try it.
MV says remove the word probably from the above sentence.
8:11 p.m.
Wendy’s for dinner - again. But it’s just so easy to order a baked potato and not have to explain.
MV gets fries and says we will share. I realize that the blog has been a bit boring today and am sure that this will provide some good material - he will eat most of them but blame me for eating them all. I will say it is a subtle way of calling me piggy and pout. Instead, he eats some and gives me the box to finish. Seriously, boys are full of surprises.
10:59 p.m.
MV is treated to a medley of show tunes. Well, partial show tunes with some humming in the parts where I forgot the words. It is pretty amazing how much of Annie I recall.
MV suggests maybe I want to sing some Matchbox 20 or Third Eye Blind instead. Hmmm…nope.
12:04 a.m.
We have crossed into Illinois.
Me: We must find a hotel. If I have to stay in this truck 30 minutes more, I will go crazy.
MV: Um, you already are.
(Evidence presented: I was singing along to this country song I found messing with the scan button on the radio - and I magically knew the words. You be the judge.)
We head into the truck. I eat a lovely breakfast of left over raw veggies dipped into a little cup of cream cheese from the otherwise gluten filled free breakfast. I kept them in the carry out box on the air conditioner all night. Turns out, this is fabulous breakfast.
8 a.m.
Corn, corn, corn. Maybe a nap.
9:58 a.m.
MV passes through a time zone and does the phone thing again. I do not – zzzz… So now we have lost another hour. Where do they go?
10:34 a.m.
Apparently I have slept all morning. Corn, corn, corn.
MV is saying he is going to drive all the way to MI this evening.
A bit later
I read to MV from Triathlete magazine. I am terribly disappointed by this magazine – while the info seems ok, a lot of the writing is on maybe a 4th grade level and it just sort of touches on a subject, never really getting to the meat of anything. Certainly don’t need to subscribe to that one!
Sometime that afternoon
We pass into Iowa. Corn, corn, corn. See, I have now made up lots of corn songs. They are to the tune of other familiar songs, but feature the word corn almost exclusively.
4:48 p.m.
We are stopping to see some friends of MV’s family from when they used to live in Iowa. So we drive through this town that MV hasn’t seen since he was 10. Strangely, he remembers all these details.
We stop by for an hour visit. They have plans that evening so cannot visit longer, but it is good because we need to get going again if we are going to make IL for the night. Luckily the drive all night and get to MI at like 7 a.m. plan has been dismissed. So glad truck is too uncomfortable for real sleep. If it were, MV would probably try to get me to sleep again so he could try it.
MV says remove the word probably from the above sentence.
8:11 p.m.
Wendy’s for dinner - again. But it’s just so easy to order a baked potato and not have to explain.
MV gets fries and says we will share. I realize that the blog has been a bit boring today and am sure that this will provide some good material - he will eat most of them but blame me for eating them all. I will say it is a subtle way of calling me piggy and pout. Instead, he eats some and gives me the box to finish. Seriously, boys are full of surprises.
10:59 p.m.
MV is treated to a medley of show tunes. Well, partial show tunes with some humming in the parts where I forgot the words. It is pretty amazing how much of Annie I recall.
MV suggests maybe I want to sing some Matchbox 20 or Third Eye Blind instead. Hmmm…nope.
12:04 a.m.
We have crossed into Illinois.
Me: We must find a hotel. If I have to stay in this truck 30 minutes more, I will go crazy.
MV: Um, you already are.
(Evidence presented: I was singing along to this country song I found messing with the scan button on the radio - and I magically knew the words. You be the judge.)
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Seattle to Portland – Day 12: Driving in the rain
8:49 a.m.
We visit the truck stop before getting on the road. The truck stop is amazing. See, the hotel breakfast was completely lacking in anything I could eat. But the truck stop has little packages with carrots, dip and cheese. And a different one with apples, peanut butter and trail mix. The peanut butter is just peanuts and salt. Plus I get some V-8. Breakfast of champions obtained!
I negotiate a little stop for the morning. I have no idea how I got this one approved...
10:18 a.m.
At the Pearl Izumi Factory Store in Park City, UT. More bike shorts are acquired. Mark gets a cute jacket – I mean a manly jacket of course. We chat for while with Amy who is originally from the Midwest and loves to ride bikes too. She tells us about a cool coffee shop on the other side of the freeway, owned by their mayor. After a detour through Gap (all capris are $12.99), we head out. We can’t find the coffee shop – she said go toward the freeway, but I think we went the wrong way toward it – so we just hop on and are off.
Don’t worry – she also told us about a coffee shop we have to visit in Nebraska.
Noon or so…
Maybe if I just sort of lay down on this seat a bit, I can see the tops of the mountains better. Zzzz…
5:29 p.m.
My turn to drive. After MV makes fun of me for driving on the toot strips, he sleeps so all is well. I am pretty good at this truck driving thing. It would be fun to be a truck driver – for maybe one week or so.
Of course, as soon as MV falls asleep, it starts raining. So I drive through the rainstorm with lightning. Not sure if there was thunder – didn’t hear any but the truck is pretty loud when the windows are cracked.
8:17 p.m.
We stop at a rest stop. This is the dirtiest place we have been on all of the trip. I have actually been impressed with the rest stops – clean and in good repair. This one – well, there was a poo smell in the air and poo to go along with it. But cute baby cows along the road in. And MV decides he wants to drive again.
9:23 p.m.
Uh oh! MV just got pulled over. And we had no clue why – especially since the truck won’t even let him speed. Turns out, we were in a climbing-to-the-summit zone where no trucks can go in the left lane. MV had gone out to pass. Apparently there was a sign and we didn’t see it. But the cutie highway patrol guy gave us a warning when he found out we were not commercial and said just to make sure not to go in the left lane when climbing. They even have blue warning papers that you get. Poor MV – he is actually very careful about following all the truck rules (we even went to a weigh station) so not fun to miss one and get pulled over.
But there were some fabulous wildflowers and this amazing rock formation right where we were stopped, so it was quite lovely for me.
9 p.m.
We stop for dinner in Cheyenne, WY. MV still wants to get to Nebraska tonight – even just over the border so he can check off three states for the day – but agrees that there might be nothing to eat then and we cannot live on snacks alone. Cheyenne is in bold type on the map and has its own little city map inset, but apparently it all must be relative. We seem to have picked the most populated exit, but see only fast food. We were aiming for a little diner or family restaurant. I remember that the Holiday Inn billboard had “full service restaurant” listed. It is not well labeled – almost like they didn’t want us to find it – but totally worth the hunt. I got a huge platter of fresh raw veggies, a grilled burger with no bun and real mashed potatoes with no gravy. OK, I’m thinking that maybe this doesn’t sound fabulous to you, but this is one of my favorite meals. They even had the good pickles.
Now, revived, we drive again. It is dark and there is fabulous lightning in the sky ahead so we are amused.
10:48 p.m.
The Days Inn is sold out? What could possibly be going on in Kimball to sell out the Days Inn? But the Super 8 had a room with three beds that he can give us cheap. Three beds? It is just a weird night.
I would just kill for a soy mocha in the morning!!!
We visit the truck stop before getting on the road. The truck stop is amazing. See, the hotel breakfast was completely lacking in anything I could eat. But the truck stop has little packages with carrots, dip and cheese. And a different one with apples, peanut butter and trail mix. The peanut butter is just peanuts and salt. Plus I get some V-8. Breakfast of champions obtained!
I negotiate a little stop for the morning. I have no idea how I got this one approved...
10:18 a.m.
At the Pearl Izumi Factory Store in Park City, UT. More bike shorts are acquired. Mark gets a cute jacket – I mean a manly jacket of course. We chat for while with Amy who is originally from the Midwest and loves to ride bikes too. She tells us about a cool coffee shop on the other side of the freeway, owned by their mayor. After a detour through Gap (all capris are $12.99), we head out. We can’t find the coffee shop – she said go toward the freeway, but I think we went the wrong way toward it – so we just hop on and are off.
Don’t worry – she also told us about a coffee shop we have to visit in Nebraska.
Noon or so…
Maybe if I just sort of lay down on this seat a bit, I can see the tops of the mountains better. Zzzz…
5:29 p.m.
My turn to drive. After MV makes fun of me for driving on the toot strips, he sleeps so all is well. I am pretty good at this truck driving thing. It would be fun to be a truck driver – for maybe one week or so.
Of course, as soon as MV falls asleep, it starts raining. So I drive through the rainstorm with lightning. Not sure if there was thunder – didn’t hear any but the truck is pretty loud when the windows are cracked.
8:17 p.m.
We stop at a rest stop. This is the dirtiest place we have been on all of the trip. I have actually been impressed with the rest stops – clean and in good repair. This one – well, there was a poo smell in the air and poo to go along with it. But cute baby cows along the road in. And MV decides he wants to drive again.
9:23 p.m.
Uh oh! MV just got pulled over. And we had no clue why – especially since the truck won’t even let him speed. Turns out, we were in a climbing-to-the-summit zone where no trucks can go in the left lane. MV had gone out to pass. Apparently there was a sign and we didn’t see it. But the cutie highway patrol guy gave us a warning when he found out we were not commercial and said just to make sure not to go in the left lane when climbing. They even have blue warning papers that you get. Poor MV – he is actually very careful about following all the truck rules (we even went to a weigh station) so not fun to miss one and get pulled over.
But there were some fabulous wildflowers and this amazing rock formation right where we were stopped, so it was quite lovely for me.
9 p.m.
We stop for dinner in Cheyenne, WY. MV still wants to get to Nebraska tonight – even just over the border so he can check off three states for the day – but agrees that there might be nothing to eat then and we cannot live on snacks alone. Cheyenne is in bold type on the map and has its own little city map inset, but apparently it all must be relative. We seem to have picked the most populated exit, but see only fast food. We were aiming for a little diner or family restaurant. I remember that the Holiday Inn billboard had “full service restaurant” listed. It is not well labeled – almost like they didn’t want us to find it – but totally worth the hunt. I got a huge platter of fresh raw veggies, a grilled burger with no bun and real mashed potatoes with no gravy. OK, I’m thinking that maybe this doesn’t sound fabulous to you, but this is one of my favorite meals. They even had the good pickles.
Now, revived, we drive again. It is dark and there is fabulous lightning in the sky ahead so we are amused.
10:48 p.m.
The Days Inn is sold out? What could possibly be going on in Kimball to sell out the Days Inn? But the Super 8 had a room with three beds that he can give us cheap. Three beds? It is just a weird night.
I would just kill for a soy mocha in the morning!!!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Seattle to Portland – Day 11: On the road again, again
8 a.m.
We are driving.
We decide to come down 84 to 80 so we go home a different way than we came. Turns out, 84 is gorgeous. All mountains on one side and Columbia River on the other. We drive along pointing out cool stuff. Each person misses what the other person sees because there are a lot of trees.
Me: Look, a waterfall.
MV: Where?
Me: Oops, trees in the way.
MV: Look, a tugboat.
Me: Where?
MV: Oops, trees again.
Apparently only one person per car gets to see each sight.
10 a.m.
We have not resolved the forgot-the-CDs issue. Actually, we forgot we had it so didn’t remember to get a blank CD to burn something from iTunes. And of course there are no radio stations up in the mountains. The radio just scrolls through the scan and comes up with nothing.
Me: So what do people do who have no radio stations?
MV: Sing to themselves using animal noises.
How interesting that I inherently knew what to do and had been doing it all along.
11:42 a.m.
We are coming down out of a mountain pass area. MV says it looks like we are now in the plains of Oregon. Then corrects himself that it is not exactly plains yet. I agree, it’s more like foothills.
Me: So do you know why they are called foothills?
MV: Yes, but why do you think?
Me: Well, because they sometimes look like little toes.
(MV remains skeptical of this explanation and requests that this be noted.
Though he cannot deny that some do resemble toes.)
1:02 p.m.
Me: So, are you getting tired of driving?
MV: Getting there…
Me: But look – baby cows!
1:58 p.m.
Pull into the rest stop. Sign says simply “Rattlesnakes.” Sweet – I wonder where they are?
MV: Next exit, I want a real gas stations with Starbucks coffee.
I failed to find any rattlesnakes.
4:11 p.m.
We stop at the truck stop. But I just can’t face more truck stop food. I wander aimlessly. I relize there is a Subway and they can do a veggie salad. The girl is very nice, but has no idea about dressing ingredients. I go with red wine vinegar and a sprinkle of oregano. I miss Seattle…but the salad does perk me up, iceberg lettuce and all, and bring back my happy thoughts. We also get more beef jerky, you know, just in case.
5:20 p.m.
We are in rush hour traffic in Boise. We just realized we had passed into the mtn time zone and didn’t even notice.
We see a military jet take off. Sweet! Totally sounds like it does in the movies.
MV does not stop at the Outlet Mall. Even when I reason that when we leave, the traffic will be gone. But we do have radio stations here.
6:11 p.m.
MV tells me to look at the view. It is just golden fields curving up into mountains on all sides. The mountains are all flat on top with these cool rock formations. Then I notice a small rather rundown house tucked into one of the fields.
Me: Imagine living in the middle of nowhere like that.
MV: Sounds good...I could.
Me: But how would anyone come over for dinner?
MV: Helicopter
Me: OK, I could live there if I had a helicopter.
MV: No, our friends would have a helicopter that they would fly in.
Me: No, I want the helicopter.
MV: Rich friends...
Me: Well it certainly looks like they saved a lot on siding and paint. May as well get a helicopter.
Yeah, we need more radio.
10:04 p.m.
We order everything off the Wendy's menu. The drive thru guy has to tell MV to slow down so he can get it all.
Slightly later
We are in the hotel in Utah surrounded by food. Zzzzz...
ps - Southern Idaho is very, very dry except where they irrigate. It is basically all yellow.
pps - We keep having this conversation. Or some version of it.
Me: Guess what?
MV: What?
Me: I rode 200 miles.
MV: Over 200 miles actually. I'm very glad you did.
Me: Did you really think I would?
MV: Well, I certainly hoped you would.
Yeah, it hasn't gotten old yet. At least, not to me. I am not going to ask MV if he is tired of it.
We are driving.
We decide to come down 84 to 80 so we go home a different way than we came. Turns out, 84 is gorgeous. All mountains on one side and Columbia River on the other. We drive along pointing out cool stuff. Each person misses what the other person sees because there are a lot of trees.
Me: Look, a waterfall.
MV: Where?
Me: Oops, trees in the way.
MV: Look, a tugboat.
Me: Where?
MV: Oops, trees again.
Apparently only one person per car gets to see each sight.
10 a.m.
We have not resolved the forgot-the-CDs issue. Actually, we forgot we had it so didn’t remember to get a blank CD to burn something from iTunes. And of course there are no radio stations up in the mountains. The radio just scrolls through the scan and comes up with nothing.
Me: So what do people do who have no radio stations?
MV: Sing to themselves using animal noises.
How interesting that I inherently knew what to do and had been doing it all along.
11:42 a.m.
We are coming down out of a mountain pass area. MV says it looks like we are now in the plains of Oregon. Then corrects himself that it is not exactly plains yet. I agree, it’s more like foothills.
Me: So do you know why they are called foothills?
MV: Yes, but why do you think?
Me: Well, because they sometimes look like little toes.
(MV remains skeptical of this explanation and requests that this be noted.
Though he cannot deny that some do resemble toes.)
1:02 p.m.
Me: So, are you getting tired of driving?
MV: Getting there…
Me: But look – baby cows!
1:58 p.m.
Pull into the rest stop. Sign says simply “Rattlesnakes.” Sweet – I wonder where they are?
MV: Next exit, I want a real gas stations with Starbucks coffee.
I failed to find any rattlesnakes.
4:11 p.m.
We stop at the truck stop. But I just can’t face more truck stop food. I wander aimlessly. I relize there is a Subway and they can do a veggie salad. The girl is very nice, but has no idea about dressing ingredients. I go with red wine vinegar and a sprinkle of oregano. I miss Seattle…but the salad does perk me up, iceberg lettuce and all, and bring back my happy thoughts. We also get more beef jerky, you know, just in case.
5:20 p.m.
We are in rush hour traffic in Boise. We just realized we had passed into the mtn time zone and didn’t even notice.
We see a military jet take off. Sweet! Totally sounds like it does in the movies.
MV does not stop at the Outlet Mall. Even when I reason that when we leave, the traffic will be gone. But we do have radio stations here.
6:11 p.m.
MV tells me to look at the view. It is just golden fields curving up into mountains on all sides. The mountains are all flat on top with these cool rock formations. Then I notice a small rather rundown house tucked into one of the fields.
Me: Imagine living in the middle of nowhere like that.
MV: Sounds good...I could.
Me: But how would anyone come over for dinner?
MV: Helicopter
Me: OK, I could live there if I had a helicopter.
MV: No, our friends would have a helicopter that they would fly in.
Me: No, I want the helicopter.
MV: Rich friends...
Me: Well it certainly looks like they saved a lot on siding and paint. May as well get a helicopter.
Yeah, we need more radio.
10:04 p.m.
We order everything off the Wendy's menu. The drive thru guy has to tell MV to slow down so he can get it all.
Slightly later
We are in the hotel in Utah surrounded by food. Zzzzz...
ps - Southern Idaho is very, very dry except where they irrigate. It is basically all yellow.
pps - We keep having this conversation. Or some version of it.
Me: Guess what?
MV: What?
Me: I rode 200 miles.
MV: Over 200 miles actually. I'm very glad you did.
Me: Did you really think I would?
MV: Well, I certainly hoped you would.
Yeah, it hasn't gotten old yet. At least, not to me. I am not going to ask MV if he is tired of it.
Seattle to Portland – Day 10: We eat, sleep and skate
Well, that about sums it up. But I'll fill in some details later.
Seattle to Portland – Day 9: We ride again
4:30 a.m.
People’s phone alarms start going off…and they actually pay attention to them and get up. So weird.
4:45 a.m.
Someone says, “I may as well just turn on the lights.” I put my head under the covers!
Sometime later…
Janet takes a photo of me refusing to get out of bed. I figure I might actually need to consider getting up. Then MV comes and pulls the plug on the air mattress. Bye-bye nice bed!
6 a.m. -ish
The team is off. We still have to finish locking up the truck, but no problems this time – we know right where to go.
6:30 a.m.
We are off. Yeah, my butt hurts. But less than I expected. I am pretty much not awake yet and haven’t felt like eating yet. So I have a cup of oatmeal from breakfast stashed in the saddlebag. And lots of fruit rolls.
I have no times for the rest since MV has the computer, but some highlights:
We stop at the first rest stop and I eat a bit of the oatmeal. It is a congealed glop, but covered in melted brown sugar. Best idea ever! No, I am not being sarcastic - this was awesome biking food. I wake enough to decide that I might want to stop at every rest stop and eat the oatmeal. I propose this to MV who says that if that is what it takes… Also of note: the first ret stop is by the egg producers building and there is a giant chicken! (Statue that is, not a real giant chicken although that would have been really cool.)
A large part of the ride today is where the road is cut into hilly areas so we are riding where there are large rock walls next to us. Cool! I think it had more climbing than day one, but it was mostly of the roller variety.
Animals we see: Cows, horses, llamas with babies (so cute), cats, dogs including a guy walking two tiny little mini dogs, an angora rabbit, a giant wild rabbit and a field of chickens.
About mile 50, my butt really hurts. So we go with a “coasting anytime there is a downhill” plan so I can get off my seat. We also keep up the stopping at all rest stops plan. I try to not dawdle. MV makes sure I don’t. One of these days, he really is going to ride off without me.
One city we pass through, MV remarks that there seem to be a large amount of bail bond places. Right after that we pass the county courthouse. Then we pass the jail. Then we pass a girl standing on the sidewalk with messy clothes, ratty hair, a huge backpack and a pierced nose. She calls out, “I hope someone throws a stick at you.” MV replies quietly so only I hear, “I hope some day you can find happiness.”
At the final rest stop (187-ish), some of our team is also there. I mention that my butt hurts (which is dominating my thoughts) and Maureen gives me some cream she loves (I need to find out the name from her). Anyway, she says she thinks it numbs. Not sure if it did or not, but it had peppermint oil in it, so my butt kind of tingled and I’m sure it smelled very refreshed. MV says time is up, and off we go.
Since it is almost the end, we say no more stopping. At maybe 6 miles from the end, my foot cramps. I was so thinking I might make it the whole way without it being a problem. But the day had really warmed up and that seems to be what does it. I was trying to ignore it, but then it got really bad and we had to pull over. Luckily the magic cream works really fast. I can still feel the nerves being pinched, but it no longer hurts as much. We jump back on the bike. Darn annoying feet!!!
The (rerouted due to construction) finish winds through part of the city and crosses a bridge then you are there. As we go through the finish shoot, I realize that I can do the hands in the air thing since I am not steering. The crowd goes wild.
We hop off for the final time (YES!) and wind our way through the splash pad (YES!) to the truck. S&J are there to greet us. We shower and MV goes to the truck to get stuff for a few other people. My phone rings. There is a loud cheering noise. And I hear through this, “Are you back yet?” Oops!!! It is Coach Craig and we completely forgot to check in at the TNT table. You know, the thing that they drill into our heads to not forget to do. Oops!
Then I hang around at the finish and see the rest of the team come in. Yeah! Go team!
Coach Steve crosses the finish line with the final TNT MI people. I go up and hug him. He has lost his voice - we all expect that due to his "Go Teams" throughout the day. But he is also shaking. And possibly all the wet on his face is not sweat. I am struck so deeply by how fabulous he is as a person. I spend quite a lot of time teasing him or complaining about training or otherwise being (slightly) obnoxious. I don't know that I ever tell him that he is really also very cool. I mean, damn, this guy was responsible for getting over 40 of us safely across that finish line. And he did it with style and with so much heart - I don't know that he realizes just how amazing he is either.
So there you have it - 204+ miles in two days. My butt hurts.
Now I will eat. A lot.
People’s phone alarms start going off…and they actually pay attention to them and get up. So weird.
4:45 a.m.
Someone says, “I may as well just turn on the lights.” I put my head under the covers!
Sometime later…
Janet takes a photo of me refusing to get out of bed. I figure I might actually need to consider getting up. Then MV comes and pulls the plug on the air mattress. Bye-bye nice bed!
6 a.m. -ish
The team is off. We still have to finish locking up the truck, but no problems this time – we know right where to go.
6:30 a.m.
We are off. Yeah, my butt hurts. But less than I expected. I am pretty much not awake yet and haven’t felt like eating yet. So I have a cup of oatmeal from breakfast stashed in the saddlebag. And lots of fruit rolls.
I have no times for the rest since MV has the computer, but some highlights:
We stop at the first rest stop and I eat a bit of the oatmeal. It is a congealed glop, but covered in melted brown sugar. Best idea ever! No, I am not being sarcastic - this was awesome biking food. I wake enough to decide that I might want to stop at every rest stop and eat the oatmeal. I propose this to MV who says that if that is what it takes… Also of note: the first ret stop is by the egg producers building and there is a giant chicken! (Statue that is, not a real giant chicken although that would have been really cool.)
A large part of the ride today is where the road is cut into hilly areas so we are riding where there are large rock walls next to us. Cool! I think it had more climbing than day one, but it was mostly of the roller variety.
Animals we see: Cows, horses, llamas with babies (so cute), cats, dogs including a guy walking two tiny little mini dogs, an angora rabbit, a giant wild rabbit and a field of chickens.
About mile 50, my butt really hurts. So we go with a “coasting anytime there is a downhill” plan so I can get off my seat. We also keep up the stopping at all rest stops plan. I try to not dawdle. MV makes sure I don’t. One of these days, he really is going to ride off without me.
One city we pass through, MV remarks that there seem to be a large amount of bail bond places. Right after that we pass the county courthouse. Then we pass the jail. Then we pass a girl standing on the sidewalk with messy clothes, ratty hair, a huge backpack and a pierced nose. She calls out, “I hope someone throws a stick at you.” MV replies quietly so only I hear, “I hope some day you can find happiness.”
At the final rest stop (187-ish), some of our team is also there. I mention that my butt hurts (which is dominating my thoughts) and Maureen gives me some cream she loves (I need to find out the name from her). Anyway, she says she thinks it numbs. Not sure if it did or not, but it had peppermint oil in it, so my butt kind of tingled and I’m sure it smelled very refreshed. MV says time is up, and off we go.
Since it is almost the end, we say no more stopping. At maybe 6 miles from the end, my foot cramps. I was so thinking I might make it the whole way without it being a problem. But the day had really warmed up and that seems to be what does it. I was trying to ignore it, but then it got really bad and we had to pull over. Luckily the magic cream works really fast. I can still feel the nerves being pinched, but it no longer hurts as much. We jump back on the bike. Darn annoying feet!!!
The (rerouted due to construction) finish winds through part of the city and crosses a bridge then you are there. As we go through the finish shoot, I realize that I can do the hands in the air thing since I am not steering. The crowd goes wild.
We hop off for the final time (YES!) and wind our way through the splash pad (YES!) to the truck. S&J are there to greet us. We shower and MV goes to the truck to get stuff for a few other people. My phone rings. There is a loud cheering noise. And I hear through this, “Are you back yet?” Oops!!! It is Coach Craig and we completely forgot to check in at the TNT table. You know, the thing that they drill into our heads to not forget to do. Oops!
Then I hang around at the finish and see the rest of the team come in. Yeah! Go team!
Coach Steve crosses the finish line with the final TNT MI people. I go up and hug him. He has lost his voice - we all expect that due to his "Go Teams" throughout the day. But he is also shaking. And possibly all the wet on his face is not sweat. I am struck so deeply by how fabulous he is as a person. I spend quite a lot of time teasing him or complaining about training or otherwise being (slightly) obnoxious. I don't know that I ever tell him that he is really also very cool. I mean, damn, this guy was responsible for getting over 40 of us safely across that finish line. And he did it with style and with so much heart - I don't know that he realizes just how amazing he is either.
So there you have it - 204+ miles in two days. My butt hurts.
Now I will eat. A lot.
Seattle to Portland – Day 8: So now we ride bikes
4:30 a.m.
Ring, ring, ring…snooze.
5 a.m.
MV gets up. He tells me that I should really consider doing the same.
I am still not that nervous. A little, but not too much.
5:35 a.m.
Heck, I should probably get out of bed if we are riding at 6.
6 a.m. or probably a little later
Coach Steve is finally getting everyone to begin riding to the start. Getting over 40 excited cyclists moving in the same direction is like herding – what is that thing that you herd and it doesn’t work? Problem is, MV is still locking up the truck. But I assume we will just catch them right away. Then we stop for photos from Alissa. By the time we go, the tail of the group is nowhere to be seen. And we don’t really know where the start is exactly, just a general idea. We see some other cyclists and go over to follow them. But they sound confused too. So we decide to just jump onto the course right by the hotel. It cut off about .9 miles but I didn’t think we would notice them missing at the end. And since it is not a timed race, we didn’t need to cross the actual start – so we are off. MV says we started at about 6:30 a.m.
We later find out that the team got lost getting to the start and crossed the starting line at 7:15 a.m.
*insert long ride here. have not yet processed this information*
3:30 p.m. –ish
So we finally get to Bethel Church. S&J are still waiting with the truck. They have been there since 10:30 a.m. We tell them to go have fun and we climb in the truck. We decide that the big folded piles of moving blankets look really nice and comfy (keeping in mind that they are borrowed from a friend who is retiring from being high end antiques dealer and has pristine blankets, not some scary rentals blankets). We flop down on the blankets and fall asleep. Best nap ever! (OK, you are right – at that point, I would have even slept on scary rental blankets.)
MV eventually gets up and goes for a shower, but I stay on the blankets and greet (startle) people as they come up and look in the truck for their stuff. I am like a truck troll. When I say, “Sure, hop up and get your bag,” one guy says, “I’ll pay you a lot of money if you just get it for me.” Hmmm…
Then I get tired of the truck. I head to the room. We are set up in three classrooms in a church, just in rows on the floor. MV has our air mattress all set up (best $40 ever spent!) and I lay around with a bunch of folks and tell stories from the ride. Eventually it occurs to me that I never showered. Gross! So I say it will be much better for all of us if I go do that and head off.
At some point we eat (luckily they have a salad bar with beans cuz that’s what I eat) and then S&J come back so we hang with them for a bit.
9:30 p.m.
We go to our room. Of the three MI TNT room, ours is the one with the lights off. We sneak over everyone to our mattress and that’s all I know. Apparently the other rooms are a bit more hardy than us. I’m cool with that!
Ring, ring, ring…snooze.
5 a.m.
MV gets up. He tells me that I should really consider doing the same.
I am still not that nervous. A little, but not too much.
5:35 a.m.
Heck, I should probably get out of bed if we are riding at 6.
6 a.m. or probably a little later
Coach Steve is finally getting everyone to begin riding to the start. Getting over 40 excited cyclists moving in the same direction is like herding – what is that thing that you herd and it doesn’t work? Problem is, MV is still locking up the truck. But I assume we will just catch them right away. Then we stop for photos from Alissa. By the time we go, the tail of the group is nowhere to be seen. And we don’t really know where the start is exactly, just a general idea. We see some other cyclists and go over to follow them. But they sound confused too. So we decide to just jump onto the course right by the hotel. It cut off about .9 miles but I didn’t think we would notice them missing at the end. And since it is not a timed race, we didn’t need to cross the actual start – so we are off. MV says we started at about 6:30 a.m.
We later find out that the team got lost getting to the start and crossed the starting line at 7:15 a.m.
*insert long ride here. have not yet processed this information*
3:30 p.m. –ish
So we finally get to Bethel Church. S&J are still waiting with the truck. They have been there since 10:30 a.m. We tell them to go have fun and we climb in the truck. We decide that the big folded piles of moving blankets look really nice and comfy (keeping in mind that they are borrowed from a friend who is retiring from being high end antiques dealer and has pristine blankets, not some scary rentals blankets). We flop down on the blankets and fall asleep. Best nap ever! (OK, you are right – at that point, I would have even slept on scary rental blankets.)
MV eventually gets up and goes for a shower, but I stay on the blankets and greet (startle) people as they come up and look in the truck for their stuff. I am like a truck troll. When I say, “Sure, hop up and get your bag,” one guy says, “I’ll pay you a lot of money if you just get it for me.” Hmmm…
Then I get tired of the truck. I head to the room. We are set up in three classrooms in a church, just in rows on the floor. MV has our air mattress all set up (best $40 ever spent!) and I lay around with a bunch of folks and tell stories from the ride. Eventually it occurs to me that I never showered. Gross! So I say it will be much better for all of us if I go do that and head off.
At some point we eat (luckily they have a salad bar with beans cuz that’s what I eat) and then S&J come back so we hang with them for a bit.
9:30 p.m.
We go to our room. Of the three MI TNT room, ours is the one with the lights off. We sneak over everyone to our mattress and that’s all I know. Apparently the other rooms are a bit more hardy than us. I’m cool with that!
Friday, July 16, 2010
Seattle to Portland – Day 7: The Day Before
6 a.m.
Ring, ring...snooze.
6:05 a.m.
Ring, ring...snooze.
6:10 a.m.
Ring, ring...snooze.
You get the idea.
I finally get out of bed at 6:35 and get ready just in time for the shakedown ride. (This means day before ride to make sure your bike works after transport.)
We get on the road. There are over 40 cyclists on the team. It is, to put it politely, a bit of a cluster at the beginning. Some people seem to want to get run over - maybe they figure it will hurt less than 200 miles? Eventually they seem to get sorted out and become less dangerous. MV and I just hang back and enjoy the ride. We go out about 12 miles then head back.
11 a.m.
We eat breakfast at this fabulous place. I think is was called Portage Cafe. Or something like that. Anyway, they had gluten free buckwheat (which is not actually wheat) pancakes. I ate one of mine and wrapped up the second so I have a pancake surprise for breakfast tomorrow. The surprise is that there is a piece of bacon in the foil too!
On the way back, we find this amazing little hardware store. We wander around and play with all the tools while they copy the truck lock key.
1:30 p.m.
Laying around in the room. Lazy...
4:30 p.m.
We arrive down in the lobby to go to the inspiration dinner with the team. No one is there. We finally make a few calls and find out the meeting time was 4:15. We both somehow got it wrong - brains fried from driving?
After I pout that no one thought to call and check on us - we were sitting up in the room waiting to go down on time - then we hop on a bus and head out there. Public transportation in Seattle RULES!
We make it in time for the program and one of our team members speaks about his experience with blood cancer. Some sniffles were heard.
Then back to the hotel to SLEEP cuz it's going to be a long two days.
Ring, ring...snooze.
6:05 a.m.
Ring, ring...snooze.
6:10 a.m.
Ring, ring...snooze.
You get the idea.
I finally get out of bed at 6:35 and get ready just in time for the shakedown ride. (This means day before ride to make sure your bike works after transport.)
We get on the road. There are over 40 cyclists on the team. It is, to put it politely, a bit of a cluster at the beginning. Some people seem to want to get run over - maybe they figure it will hurt less than 200 miles? Eventually they seem to get sorted out and become less dangerous. MV and I just hang back and enjoy the ride. We go out about 12 miles then head back.
11 a.m.
We eat breakfast at this fabulous place. I think is was called Portage Cafe. Or something like that. Anyway, they had gluten free buckwheat (which is not actually wheat) pancakes. I ate one of mine and wrapped up the second so I have a pancake surprise for breakfast tomorrow. The surprise is that there is a piece of bacon in the foil too!
On the way back, we find this amazing little hardware store. We wander around and play with all the tools while they copy the truck lock key.
1:30 p.m.
Laying around in the room. Lazy...
4:30 p.m.
We arrive down in the lobby to go to the inspiration dinner with the team. No one is there. We finally make a few calls and find out the meeting time was 4:15. We both somehow got it wrong - brains fried from driving?
After I pout that no one thought to call and check on us - we were sitting up in the room waiting to go down on time - then we hop on a bus and head out there. Public transportation in Seattle RULES!
We make it in time for the program and one of our team members speaks about his experience with blood cancer. Some sniffles were heard.
Then back to the hotel to SLEEP cuz it's going to be a long two days.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Seattle to Portland – Day 6: Team Here
Well, didn't make any notes, so I'll just make up the times...
5 a.m.
MV wakes. MV disappears. I assume it is a bike ride. I sleep again.
7:21 a.m.
I wake. I write addresses. Steph says 'bye and is off to catch the bus to work.
8:30 a.m.
John is off to work too. No idea where MV is.
9 a.m.
Must stop invites before hand falls off. Hand is required for ride. Go for a shower instead.
After shower, walk into room and MV is laying on the bed. Apparently he has been in the garage building the Green Egg. But told no one so it is all a surprise.
10 a.m.
We walk to PCC for supplies. They have no choco-coconut bars, but I get all sorts of other stuff, including more wheat-free zucchini bread. Then we walk to Safeway to get the truck. They also have no choco-coconut bars, but they do have Jovy Fruit Rolls. I am so excited, I buy a giant armful. See, it happens like this. I get to the register and the cashier asks if I have a Safeway card. I remember that I did get one when I was in CA at my sister's and we were buying all these fruit rolls that I remembered from childhood (and don't know where to find in MI). So then it hits me - if they have them at CA Safeway, they probably have them at WA Safeway. I breathlessly ask the cashier if they have "those fabulous really big fruit rolls that come in individual packages." I make a circle with my hands to indicate the fruit roll size. She says, "Those ones in produce?" I take off at a run. I ask the produce guy and he points them out. I grab handfuls. The produce guy edges nervously away. I skip gaily back to the register. I am grinning like a fool. The cashier finds it amusing. I swear to her that they are the best fruit rolls in the world (I never eat any other fruit rolls in fact) and happily pay.
Then we get Starbucks.
Then we navigate the truck to the house to load up.
1 p.m.
We check into the hotel. We stash our stuff in our artsy room. We learn the team is on the way so we start unloading the truck.
2:45 p.m.
Truck done. Fabulous! Since bike pick up was technically at 3, we are completely ahead of the plan. We head off to ice skate. We are going to eventually skate in every state. MV started it.
5:30 p.m.
Dinner in the District Lounge - the hotel restaurant. Really, really good. Then we have their ice cream. Trust me, no matter how far away you are, just stop what you are doing and come have this ice cream. RIGHT NOW!
7:18 p.m.
Bike shop down the street. Of course. MV needed some more T-shirts and pretty much dresses exclusively in bike shop T-shirts from vacations these days. We score three, all on sale.
I get a Triathlete magazine. Cuz I need something to do after this ride I guess.
8:30 p.m.
Lazy in the hotel room. Oh look, Glee...
5 a.m.
MV wakes. MV disappears. I assume it is a bike ride. I sleep again.
7:21 a.m.
I wake. I write addresses. Steph says 'bye and is off to catch the bus to work.
8:30 a.m.
John is off to work too. No idea where MV is.
9 a.m.
Must stop invites before hand falls off. Hand is required for ride. Go for a shower instead.
After shower, walk into room and MV is laying on the bed. Apparently he has been in the garage building the Green Egg. But told no one so it is all a surprise.
10 a.m.
We walk to PCC for supplies. They have no choco-coconut bars, but I get all sorts of other stuff, including more wheat-free zucchini bread. Then we walk to Safeway to get the truck. They also have no choco-coconut bars, but they do have Jovy Fruit Rolls. I am so excited, I buy a giant armful. See, it happens like this. I get to the register and the cashier asks if I have a Safeway card. I remember that I did get one when I was in CA at my sister's and we were buying all these fruit rolls that I remembered from childhood (and don't know where to find in MI). So then it hits me - if they have them at CA Safeway, they probably have them at WA Safeway. I breathlessly ask the cashier if they have "those fabulous really big fruit rolls that come in individual packages." I make a circle with my hands to indicate the fruit roll size. She says, "Those ones in produce?" I take off at a run. I ask the produce guy and he points them out. I grab handfuls. The produce guy edges nervously away. I skip gaily back to the register. I am grinning like a fool. The cashier finds it amusing. I swear to her that they are the best fruit rolls in the world (I never eat any other fruit rolls in fact) and happily pay.
Then we get Starbucks.
Then we navigate the truck to the house to load up.
1 p.m.
We check into the hotel. We stash our stuff in our artsy room. We learn the team is on the way so we start unloading the truck.
2:45 p.m.
Truck done. Fabulous! Since bike pick up was technically at 3, we are completely ahead of the plan. We head off to ice skate. We are going to eventually skate in every state. MV started it.
5:30 p.m.
Dinner in the District Lounge - the hotel restaurant. Really, really good. Then we have their ice cream. Trust me, no matter how far away you are, just stop what you are doing and come have this ice cream. RIGHT NOW!
7:18 p.m.
Bike shop down the street. Of course. MV needed some more T-shirts and pretty much dresses exclusively in bike shop T-shirts from vacations these days. We score three, all on sale.
I get a Triathlete magazine. Cuz I need something to do after this ride I guess.
8:30 p.m.
Lazy in the hotel room. Oh look, Glee...
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Seattle to Portland – Day 5: Shopping
6:15 a.m.
I wake up. Seriously? I go back to sleep
7:23 a.m.
I wake up again. Bride guilt gets the better of me and I finally address some invites. I get about 1/4 of them done.
9 a.m.
We eat cherries for breakfast. Huge Washington cherries. Amazing! Along with wheat free zucchini bread - YEAH!
10 a.m.
We go shopping. Since I come here about once a year, there are some Seattle Market staples I need to stock up on. Madras curry from the Spice Market; chocolate covered dried cherries, whipped honey and various nuts from the vendors; loose tea and truffle oil from that cute little shop. Plus a bonus bottle of plum vinegar - no clue how that will taste but can't wait to find out. Then got to hit David Smith to see the imports. And trip to University Village to the flower shop with the amazing little accessories. MV is quite trooper!
11:45 p.m.
Lunch is at Steelhead Diner. Fabulous!
Soon after, strawberry coconut milk ice cream at Molly Moon.
Obnoxious texts from my sisters. One is at a conference in Boston and bored. One is watching the house and got attacked by a grasshopper. Didn't even know we had grasshoppers there yet - cool.
3:25 p.m.
We are finally finished with the shopping. Get stuck in traffic, but back to the house. MV needs a little nap.
That's all for now. Dinner and ice cream to follow.
9:34 p.m.
What? The ice cream store is closed?
I wake up. Seriously? I go back to sleep
7:23 a.m.
I wake up again. Bride guilt gets the better of me and I finally address some invites. I get about 1/4 of them done.
9 a.m.
We eat cherries for breakfast. Huge Washington cherries. Amazing! Along with wheat free zucchini bread - YEAH!
10 a.m.
We go shopping. Since I come here about once a year, there are some Seattle Market staples I need to stock up on. Madras curry from the Spice Market; chocolate covered dried cherries, whipped honey and various nuts from the vendors; loose tea and truffle oil from that cute little shop. Plus a bonus bottle of plum vinegar - no clue how that will taste but can't wait to find out. Then got to hit David Smith to see the imports. And trip to University Village to the flower shop with the amazing little accessories. MV is quite trooper!
11:45 p.m.
Lunch is at Steelhead Diner. Fabulous!
Soon after, strawberry coconut milk ice cream at Molly Moon.
Obnoxious texts from my sisters. One is at a conference in Boston and bored. One is watching the house and got attacked by a grasshopper. Didn't even know we had grasshoppers there yet - cool.
3:25 p.m.
We are finally finished with the shopping. Get stuck in traffic, but back to the house. MV needs a little nap.
That's all for now. Dinner and ice cream to follow.
9:34 p.m.
What? The ice cream store is closed?
Seattle to Portland - Day 4: We make it
8:38 a.m.
Hmmmm…at least the free yogurt is gluten free. Not so the pastries, muffins and biscuits and gravy. Why do all the free breakfasts have biscuits and gravy. I thought those were only in the south. And apparently at free breakfasts everywhere.
10:24 a.m.
Very cool - dust devils! We are passing through some recently plowed fields and there are little dust tornadoes popping up everywhere.
2:13 p.m.
There is this Dodge Van that is driving MV nuts. It is getting in the way of all the trucks and messing up the driving pattern.
We are driving by this giant field of windmills. There has to be 100 of these things. You can’t imaging how big they really are if you haven’t gotten up close to one of them. None are moving at all. Big change from the monster winds of yesterday. We decide that it would be totally cool to have a giant windmill in the backyard. Like, way back on the property line, not right behind the garage or anything,
2:24 p.m.
J: Look at that big mountain in the distance.
MV: Which is it?
J (consulting map): I think it’s Mt. Rainier.
MV: Why do I know that name?
J: It’s a beer.
MV: No, some other reason.
J: Oh, it’s also the highest point in Washington. You know, people climb it.
MV: Yeah, I think it’s that, not that it’s a beer.
5 p.m.-ish
We make it to Seattle. We drive up the mountain and through the very narrow street to arrive in front of Steph’s house. She comes out the door and says, “I didn’t think it would be that big!”
We stash the truck at Safeway and a lovely dinner (with no beef jerky on the menu at all!)
Hmmmm…at least the free yogurt is gluten free. Not so the pastries, muffins and biscuits and gravy. Why do all the free breakfasts have biscuits and gravy. I thought those were only in the south. And apparently at free breakfasts everywhere.
10:24 a.m.
Very cool - dust devils! We are passing through some recently plowed fields and there are little dust tornadoes popping up everywhere.
2:13 p.m.
There is this Dodge Van that is driving MV nuts. It is getting in the way of all the trucks and messing up the driving pattern.
We are driving by this giant field of windmills. There has to be 100 of these things. You can’t imaging how big they really are if you haven’t gotten up close to one of them. None are moving at all. Big change from the monster winds of yesterday. We decide that it would be totally cool to have a giant windmill in the backyard. Like, way back on the property line, not right behind the garage or anything,
2:24 p.m.
J: Look at that big mountain in the distance.
MV: Which is it?
J (consulting map): I think it’s Mt. Rainier.
MV: Why do I know that name?
J: It’s a beer.
MV: No, some other reason.
J: Oh, it’s also the highest point in Washington. You know, people climb it.
MV: Yeah, I think it’s that, not that it’s a beer.
5 p.m.-ish
We make it to Seattle. We drive up the mountain and through the very narrow street to arrive in front of Steph’s house. She comes out the door and says, “I didn’t think it would be that big!”
We stash the truck at Safeway and a lovely dinner (with no beef jerky on the menu at all!)
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Seattle to Portland - Day 3: Mountains
9 a.m.
On the road again…we are slightly behind on the mileage MV was shooting for each day. See the truck is governed at 65 and that wasn’t in his original calculations. But we are still doing well.
10 a.m.
Look! Baby cows!
Noon
I wake up again…look, mountains! Zzzz…
1:53 p.m.
We stop to fuel and stock up. (We have run out of beef jerky). We also stop in Salad Creations, as I have decided that we need a food that does not have jerky or push up in the name. I am so over retail establishments that try to overdo the cheerful. Two that I can think of locally are Coldstone Creamery and Biggby Coffee. While I all for good customer service and friendly employees, there is a line between coming across as if you are enjoying your job and feel happy to interact with the folks streaming in your door and over-the-top fake cheer.
So we walk in to a chorus of nearly shouted greetings, “Welcome to Salad Creations!” Then the girl at the register chimes, “Two free salads!” to the woman paying. I have no idea why, but she sure was happy about it. Then a perky girl asked what she could get us. I said I wasn’t sure yet. The funny thing is, with all the “customer service” flowing at us , no one actually took the time to ask if we were familiar with the concept or be helpful in a real sort of way.
I do have to say, once the programmed part was over, the kids were really nice. One was discussing with a regular customer while making his meal about how they were opening a new location across town and the manager was afraid it wouldn’t be ready on time. They seemed to genuinely be enjoying their interaction. But I never would have seen it if I acted on my first impulse and ran out the door when faced with the initial attack greeting.
Eating my salad, I realized that I am in full on spoiled-by-local-eating summer mode. Everything in this salad was obviously bred for distance, not flavor. That’s all I’ll say about that.
2:45 p.m.
MV says I get to drive. He pulls over to the side of the freeway (he does not want me to drive in an exit with other cars yet) and we swap seats. When I run out of excuses (I need some chapstick to drive…), I step on the gas and go for it. Almost immediately there are signs warning of high crosswinds, complete with fully extended windsocks to prove their point. But I only go in the toot strips a few times.* Then we head up into our first set of mountains. The truck was clearly not designed for climbing. I set the cruise for 65 – you know, the fastest it will go – and just let it do its thing. Sometimes we go 45, sometimes we go 55 but due to the massive headwind, we hardly ever reach 65, even on the down hills. MV naps for about an hour and, when he wakes and we hit a rest stop, he takes over. So my total driving time this trip is all of 1.5 hours. I am not going to tell you MV’s.
7:31 p.m.
We are following along the Clark Fork River. I totally want to go tube in it. MV says he could hook a rope up to the truck so I wouldn’t get behind. Fun!
8:47 p.m.
If you are sharing the trail mix and have permission to pick out and eat only the stuff you like, make sure to look at each thing you pick before you put it in your mouth. Otherwise, you might get a peanut.
9:11 p.m.
Typing is hard when you are zooming down a hill! Especially a bumpy one.
9:35 p.m.
Another time zone – check. Another state – check.
9:58 p.m.
Stupid Wendy’s not having baked potatoes. And stupid Dairy Queen having an overhang that the truck doesn’t fit under. Had to settle for tiny salad and chili from Wendy’s. MV is quite done with driving and not in the mood to go seek out gluten free options for a grumpy girl who can’t make up her mind.
10:34 p.m.
Blood sugar restored by lovely chili. Best chili in the world. Chili created directly in heaven and sent to me via Wendy’s.
Maybe I will start talking to MV again.
*You do know what those are right?
On the road again…we are slightly behind on the mileage MV was shooting for each day. See the truck is governed at 65 and that wasn’t in his original calculations. But we are still doing well.
10 a.m.
Look! Baby cows!
Noon
I wake up again…look, mountains! Zzzz…
1:53 p.m.
We stop to fuel and stock up. (We have run out of beef jerky). We also stop in Salad Creations, as I have decided that we need a food that does not have jerky or push up in the name. I am so over retail establishments that try to overdo the cheerful. Two that I can think of locally are Coldstone Creamery and Biggby Coffee. While I all for good customer service and friendly employees, there is a line between coming across as if you are enjoying your job and feel happy to interact with the folks streaming in your door and over-the-top fake cheer.
So we walk in to a chorus of nearly shouted greetings, “Welcome to Salad Creations!” Then the girl at the register chimes, “Two free salads!” to the woman paying. I have no idea why, but she sure was happy about it. Then a perky girl asked what she could get us. I said I wasn’t sure yet. The funny thing is, with all the “customer service” flowing at us , no one actually took the time to ask if we were familiar with the concept or be helpful in a real sort of way.
I do have to say, once the programmed part was over, the kids were really nice. One was discussing with a regular customer while making his meal about how they were opening a new location across town and the manager was afraid it wouldn’t be ready on time. They seemed to genuinely be enjoying their interaction. But I never would have seen it if I acted on my first impulse and ran out the door when faced with the initial attack greeting.
Eating my salad, I realized that I am in full on spoiled-by-local-eating summer mode. Everything in this salad was obviously bred for distance, not flavor. That’s all I’ll say about that.
2:45 p.m.
MV says I get to drive. He pulls over to the side of the freeway (he does not want me to drive in an exit with other cars yet) and we swap seats. When I run out of excuses (I need some chapstick to drive…), I step on the gas and go for it. Almost immediately there are signs warning of high crosswinds, complete with fully extended windsocks to prove their point. But I only go in the toot strips a few times.* Then we head up into our first set of mountains. The truck was clearly not designed for climbing. I set the cruise for 65 – you know, the fastest it will go – and just let it do its thing. Sometimes we go 45, sometimes we go 55 but due to the massive headwind, we hardly ever reach 65, even on the down hills. MV naps for about an hour and, when he wakes and we hit a rest stop, he takes over. So my total driving time this trip is all of 1.5 hours. I am not going to tell you MV’s.
7:31 p.m.
We are following along the Clark Fork River. I totally want to go tube in it. MV says he could hook a rope up to the truck so I wouldn’t get behind. Fun!
8:47 p.m.
If you are sharing the trail mix and have permission to pick out and eat only the stuff you like, make sure to look at each thing you pick before you put it in your mouth. Otherwise, you might get a peanut.
9:11 p.m.
Typing is hard when you are zooming down a hill! Especially a bumpy one.
9:35 p.m.
Another time zone – check. Another state – check.
9:58 p.m.
Stupid Wendy’s not having baked potatoes. And stupid Dairy Queen having an overhang that the truck doesn’t fit under. Had to settle for tiny salad and chili from Wendy’s. MV is quite done with driving and not in the mood to go seek out gluten free options for a grumpy girl who can’t make up her mind.
10:34 p.m.
Blood sugar restored by lovely chili. Best chili in the world. Chili created directly in heaven and sent to me via Wendy’s.
Maybe I will start talking to MV again.
*You do know what those are right?
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