Within every relationship exists the division of labor.
California trip itinerary:
July 3: Fly from Honolulu
July 4-6: San Francisco
July 7: Leave SF, drive north through Bodega Bay along the coast to Sonoma
July 8-10: Camping in Sonoma and Napa Valley. Wineries, a trip to Culinary Institute of America, and Tom was a good sport and agreed to be the other half of my couple for a coupon I found for a spa that does discounted mud wraps for couples. Compromise, people: the foundation of any marriage.
July 10: Leave wine country, head south through Berkeley to drop off the rental car in Oakland
July 11-13: Avon Walk for Breast Cancer, San Francisco. We’re on the Route Marking team, which means driving all over San Francisco and that we actually get to sleep at night, which is new and different for an Avon Walk for me.
Toward the end of June 2007 we realized that the AC had gone on our primary vehicle, a 2000 Ford Taurus. The gas mileage on the Taurus was…unsatisfactory, but certainly better than the other option available to us. So we started looking at cars, new and used. It came down to the Toyota Matrix, a well known model, and the brand-new Honda Fit. The Fit won due to better options for less money. At the time, the Prius was out of our price range, even with the cost of gas (at the time) factored in.
While in Maine this winter, I found my parents’ Minolta X-370N camera. It’s a 35mm SLR, and three detachable lenses were in the bag along with it. My mom said the body didn’t work anymore, so I took it with me with the vague idea that I’d find a shop to repair it.
So, I’m still away from home, but I wanted to tell you all about my side trip to Ottawa, Canada. First of all, pictures will up as soon as I find a cord to add my photos. Sorry! I had the feeling that Ottawa was gonna be a fairly cool city. It is one of those cities that I don’t think I would have visited on my own, but was looking forward to visiting. I was disappointed. About my only knowledge of Ottawa was what I learned from the Canada exhibit at Epcot Center. This knowledge is limited and somewhat flawed as the video is probably over twenty years old now.
One of my favorite websites posted an essay about three years back called “25 and Over.” It’s a manifesto on the standard of behavior to which anyone who’s reached a quarter-century should be held. Personally, I think this is generous and should be “20 and Over,” but that’s me. I’ve been meeting a lot of people here, which has gotten me thinking a lot about this passage of late.
Exactly one year ago today, I was suffering from the second-worst hangover of my life (don’t ask about the first; I’ve willfully repressed the memory). It was the day after my old boss’s company farewell party where there was exponentially more wine than food. I’ve never drank that much on a work night nor felt that awful on a work day, but I made it to work on time and without vomiting. And I was more or less productive, too, plugging away at donor records and wishing with all my heart that someone would come to my cubicle and kill me, quickly, preferably with a blunt blow to the head.