Month: March 2016

Guess Where

The seat of state government. Or the Butt, as you please.

Inside the rotunda on the second floor we visited the chambers of the Senate and house of Representatives. Both were empty. Probably a good thing. Who famously said: government which governs the least governs the best? In any case, quite the fancy affair. The docent was very knowledgeable and apparently thoroughly enjoyed bending Happy Wife’s ear about the things to see and do about town. Hmm.

 She’s never been shy around guns this one. The bigger the better

Later, after considerable walking about we mounted our bikes and ventured out. After just a few miles of pedaling through an industrial area, a stop at an East side bike shop for air and CO2 cannisters we managed to find a really nice trail along a creek. All told we must’ve ridden 15-20 miles. Don’t know for certain, my cyclometer needs new batteries.

Back at hotel we cleaned up and were off again.

A stop here, a stop there, a martini and wine, and a thoroughly scrumptious beef taretare

We ended the night at Mike Tim Love’s restaurant where, if you ever come, DO NOT pass on the burnt carrots with honey and Meyer Lemon and goat cheese. Shessh those were good. Finally, we strolled back to the hotel where we both surrendered to sleep like two jet-lagged Alaskans. Have you guessed where we are?

Up Up and Away

Imagine packing a dozen eggs in a half dozen-sized carton

So far so good.

But will the hat fit?

Voila!

At check-in tomorrow we’ll be asked: “Bicycle?” Because I can’t tell a lie I’ll say yes. And yet, I know you must be wondering, isn’t it a sin of omission not to say Bicycles? Not at a $100 a piece (each way) it isn’t. Besides, it’s hardly bigger (and certainly no heavier) than a large piece of luggage. We’re flying first class so our bags fly free, but not this one, oh no. “You’re going on vacation to have fun and you want us to transport a bicycle? Oh baby, that’s gonna cost you extra, big time!” Pfft.

What I hate about airline policies like this is how arbitrarily they’re enforced. Find a woman in a fair mood and sometimes she’ll ignore the policy entirely – $0.00. Get some rule-bound old fart and he’ll insist you open it up to make sure you’re not trying to get something by him.

Either way, can’t wait to get there. We’ve heard the wildflowers are sensational this year.

Agraphia

Had a moment in the Men’s room the other morning where you think it’s just Number One, so you get going, then realize, no, Number Two wants out as well. (Must’ve been that banana). Anyway, without bothering to zip up I did a sort of modified Moonwalk to an open stall, hoping nobody would walk in just then. Sat down and while I got my business done I thought about just how absurd life can be sometimes.

Is it just me or does Trump not look like Jack Kemp back from the dead and too long in the Florida sun?

A close second was Happy Wife shortly after cleaning the downstairs toilet

Speaking of whom, poor girl, she fell on the ice and landed on the back of her head. Eight stitches later she was on the mend and a strict concussion protocol. She’s all better now, in fact the stitches came out this morning, a pro bono effort performed by her nursy friends at the kitchen table. It’s been a few weeks since the accident but I still test her cognition now and then, just to make sure: Tell me the one reason you married me? Any answer that doesn’t include rock-hard abs and chiseled features and I’ll know something’s wrong, she’s off to the Neurologist.

Given the paucity of posts here lately you might think it was me who fell on my head, causing sudden Agraphia. I have no real excuse, just a jumble of interruptive things to get done this past month, a few days under the weather and, honestly, just feeling a little enervated lately. That will have to change soon. We’re off for two weeks of vacation in the southwest the end of this month. We will be expected to exhibit vitality and good spirits. It all begins with me spoiling Happy Wife on her birthday with 3 nights in a 4-star hotel, dinner out wherever she pleases, an evening stroll along a bridge beneath which, we’ve been told, thousands of bats emerge each night to delight onlookers, and whatever else moves us. Following that, a 7 day bicycle tour.

Can’t wait.