In the 100˚ weather, Myrtle and I drove up past Calistoga, to the family ranch of a friend. There, I had to drive Myrtle down a ranch road, past a vineyard, and over a small creek.
This got me to a reservoir in the shadow of Mount Saint Helena, which is a mountain made of volcanic rock, but is not itself a volcano. This was temporarily debated as we know that Calistoga is known for it hot springs, and thus there must be lava fields.
The reservoir is used to help irrigate the vineyards, which are run by a large local winery. This was also the reason why I had to leave eventually. I really had to pee. I couldn’t pee in the water, and there weren’t much for bushes around. But there was a gas station seven miles away. Funny, but when you have to pee, that is really all you can think about. That, and it was going to take 2 1/2 hours to get home and the sun was setting soon, and you all know how much I love my sleep. But I digress.
It was a wonderful afternoon of swimming and boating out to the dock. It made the 100˚ weather actually bearable. I spent most of the afternoon floating about in the water staying cool. We also managed to get some snacks out to the float, including a bottle of wine made from the grapes on the property. We were lacking glasses, so we used the Mike’s Hard Lemonade bottles that we had consumed earlier.
Met a bunch of cool people. Got more exercise than I would have staying at home. And drove back to Berkeley with the top down before it got too cold. Amazing how cold 67˚ is when you’ve been in 100˚ and direct sun all day. Thank goodness for the two applications of sunscreen I used. I think I came out mostly unscathed!
I didn’t take many photos, but there are a couple more in My Gallery.
Overall, it was an absolutely fabulous day!
Sometimes we need a little white lie to make it through the day. Whether it is being told that everything's going to be alright, telling yourself that you've moved on, or a hollow I love you, we need something to get us through. Sometimes we just have to say it over and over until we can believe it.
Or until proven wrong.
Which is better? To say the lie, or not, when someone really needs to hear it? And is it really a lie if you tell it because you *want* to believe it?
Except this doesn't look like walking to me.
When I think about eating meat, I want to become a vegetarian. But then I falter and have a hamburger. I don’t think I should have to change. It isn’t really a problem. It would be nice, but I just do what I can to cut back on my meat intake. Besides, we are at the top of the food chain for a reason. Notice I said vegetarian. I can’t become vegan. I can’t give up cheese, and milk and ice cream. I already don’t like eggs, but I like them as food glue in baked goods.
So, I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw this on Flickr today.
Random dinner. Leftover homemade macaroni and cheese, asparagus and
sea salt, bread and balsamic vinegar and oil, and my rasberry vionier.
Bizarre, I know.
Now to watch the last episode of Dollhouse.
I know it is sacrilege but I couldn't help myself.
And I have nothing profound to say. But I’ve gotten a lot done today. I made Nana’s Blueberry Cake. I washed, folded, and ironed all of my clothes. I put berries and whipped creme on a pastry. I steam cleaned my carpet. That is where I got the blisters. But my carpet is so nice and clean. Now where did I put that French Maid costume?
My hands still smell like garlic from the pasta I made on Friday night. I started with plain pasta sauce and I sauteed garlic in wine with fresh tomatoes, onion, and green pepper. I’ve smelled like garlic all weekend. Best that I’ve stayed home for the most part.
However, yesterday, Perl and I went to lunch with KFJ and his parents before the new baby is born. KFJ seems excited to have a little sister. Although not as much as he was quick to explain about his new dog, Z-whehs, because his previous dog was old and had to go away. It was a fun lunch, and I’ll have to do it again sooner rather than later!