On 9 February I wrote that I was up lane and my friend and I worked through the morning. I rode to work where I wanted to get some writing done so I had a new story to tell starting Monday. By noon I had a handle on a report I was shepherding. I had coffee and reviewed meeting notes. I had to go back-and-forth until 430 I was done.
I went to the apartment where my friend said that she we should go to the chicken sandwich shop. We had a relatively quiet dinner it was great. We saw our neighbor. When we got back we saw him again. Later we settled in. She had to wind down.
After that I went to Civic Center. I rode the train to Oakland and transferred. I saw some of the guys on the way. We ended up at Cerrito Del Norte for Bike Party East Bay. There were cops I saw everywhere. I saw all of the people I normally see. We had great stuff. It was a breath of fresh air.
We headed basically down Regatta with small changes. This that this took us to a interesting park called Booker T Anderson. I left my bike with people I knew. I hung out with my SF friends. There were some other guy too. Some guy had fire blowing from his hat. We rode to Regatta and went to Marina Park. I saw some guys I knew and we had whiskey. I said bye and returned to Cerrito Del Norte.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
Thursday, March 22, 2018
The haircut was easy.
On Saturday, 3 February I did the work in the morning and my friend napped but by around nine she was all right so I took a nap and she declared her intent to go to the zoo. She left and I got up after her. Then I left for a haircut after having a small meal, coffee and starting a load of laundry.
The ride easy. I slapped a rearview and 19th. The haircut was easy. I got into a stupid argument on Twitter and as I was rideing home I discovered there was a celebration for 100 years of the twin peaks tunnel. It was at the library. I rode home and they had just returned from the zoo. We had quiet time and I ate too many tacos. My friend had eaten too. We napped for a while.
When we woke up I was slightly jittery from the coffee I had had at Peet’s. We ate leftover spaghetti for dinner. We mostly hung out in the living room after dinner and we also stopped at Guss’ for some things and drinks. When dinner was over I was downstairs for a while winding house down. I had downloaded minesweeper. When I came upstairs it was later but it was still possible for us to go out. Unfortunately I felt sick. I have been sniffling – she had been as well. We killed off the Rick and Morty which was available on video.
Next morning I was up second. An acquaintance was staying at the apartment and though there was a sound system that had been delivered on that Saturday it made more sense for me to stay and help. My friend disappeared and later we went for a walk. I caught up as she was leaving. We sat noisily in the café and then walked to the beach for a while. We made noise but the ocean was so loud. We dug in the sand and killed at the waves. We got along and had some moments. The beach experience with particularly memorable.
At the house I guess I chilled somewhere in the house. The sand was causing problems with my ears. It was everywhere. I wanted to get through it. She got it and then I took over and we had quiet time. Later my we discussed things and determined I couldn’t go to an event with mom so she went when quiet time started. I made a loud noise which dad came running for but it wasn’t as much of a problem as I thought it would be.
Dad was watching with the Super Bowl. I quietly walk to West Sunset and spent an hour there. Later she saw me on her phone so came and found me. That was a breath of fresh air. We returned to the house. It was 530 and a quick step to winding the house down. We broke the news to dad that we would not be having dinner. After we wound the house down we discussed our options and then walk to Brothers Pizza before going to riptide.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
The ride easy. I slapped a rearview and 19th. The haircut was easy. I got into a stupid argument on Twitter and as I was rideing home I discovered there was a celebration for 100 years of the twin peaks tunnel. It was at the library. I rode home and they had just returned from the zoo. We had quiet time and I ate too many tacos. My friend had eaten too. We napped for a while.
When we woke up I was slightly jittery from the coffee I had had at Peet’s. We ate leftover spaghetti for dinner. We mostly hung out in the living room after dinner and we also stopped at Guss’ for some things and drinks. When dinner was over I was downstairs for a while winding house down. I had downloaded minesweeper. When I came upstairs it was later but it was still possible for us to go out. Unfortunately I felt sick. I have been sniffling – she had been as well. We killed off the Rick and Morty which was available on video.
Next morning I was up second. An acquaintance was staying at the apartment and though there was a sound system that had been delivered on that Saturday it made more sense for me to stay and help. My friend disappeared and later we went for a walk. I caught up as she was leaving. We sat noisily in the café and then walked to the beach for a while. We made noise but the ocean was so loud. We dug in the sand and killed at the waves. We got along and had some moments. The beach experience with particularly memorable.
At the house I guess I chilled somewhere in the house. The sand was causing problems with my ears. It was everywhere. I wanted to get through it. She got it and then I took over and we had quiet time. Later my we discussed things and determined I couldn’t go to an event with mom so she went when quiet time started. I made a loud noise which dad came running for but it wasn’t as much of a problem as I thought it would be.
Dad was watching with the Super Bowl. I quietly walk to West Sunset and spent an hour there. Later she saw me on her phone so came and found me. That was a breath of fresh air. We returned to the house. It was 530 and a quick step to winding the house down. We broke the news to dad that we would not be having dinner. After we wound the house down we discussed our options and then walk to Brothers Pizza before going to riptide.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Immigrant and Yuba Gaps
On 30 January I wrote that I had shoveled the walk to the cross country path. My friend was excited about it and pushed me into this now. Later I sat in the living room until late. I also sat in the dining area around three in the morning.
I was in the bed for 25 minutes longer when everyone got up. Later I noted that there had been a lot of discussion about our outing for the day. Our hosts had skis and another person was driving so my friend and I grabbed our equipment and walked to the cross country ski place. I was really slow so quietly hung out in the ski shop until the others were done paying.
We had four sleds. Two were carrying kids, one was an equipment shed sled. Our hostess quietly took the last one – it was a double. I wasn’t good on my skis because I am a downhill skier. I was terrible with the supplies sled.
We took what seemed like the right path and our hostess called it Palisade. We descended on some tough hills. We broke a couple of times for a snack. At a crossroad I pointed out to her that we were on a maintenance trail. Everyone had to stop to debate what way to go. I thought it was obvious. I had to take a break by myself to get some fresh air.
When we were in agreement we had to ascend a crazy hill and I had to walk the double to the top. The others had to practically crawl. I waited quietly at the top drinking a beer. We rode across all of the main trails then to get back to the correct route. I really had fun. The mild slopes and cross-trails gave me a new perspective.
My friend and I were often at the front and though she had the double at this point she was in good spirits. When everyone caught up to us we were at the spot she had tackled me the night before. From there we went straight to the house. I have a lot of weight on my sled at that point.
We unloaded and I made sure that my first steps in that direction we’re done quietly and then I helped everyone else out. I took some time alone then to allow the house to settle in for the afternoon. When I returned upstairs the ladies had figured out quiet time and I put in the necessary effort.
When we all went back outside we returned our steps. However, one couple had to get a special route. I drank my beer with my friend while we waited for them to catch up. After that our hostess, my friend and I ditched. The ladies wanted to do something crazy so I headed back with the others when they caught up to us. We crossed paths with the host but I took a shortcut and unloaded. Later others unloaded too. We broke our stuff down when and when my friend showed up and she and I walked back – we threw snowballs. The host and hostess skied back.
At the house quiet time had ended. I was faded. The ladies made a yummy meal. I tried to tidy but it was impossible. I texted mom and my family at six. The host got back from the supermarket and we ate pasta. It was great. We wound the house down soon after. My friend and I we sat on the porch for a while. After that we ate chocolate in the dining room. Later we sat in front of the fire talking until late.
In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at five and got my friend awake. At 6:30 everything was still quiet. My friend went upstairs at eight and I followed her only a bit later. I made coffee and a meal for myself and then spent some time alone downstairs.
When I returned everyone except my friend and I was getting ready to go skiing. We said bye to them then and when they left we picked up the living room, packed our bags and started the laundry. After that we quietly went on the walk in the snow. Then we loaded the car checked the house and drove to Auburn.
The highway was crazy. Immigrant and Yuba Gaps are always packed and fast. I was happy to get off the highway at Auburn and drive toward Folsom for a while. Later we drove to Yolo and Solano then. We stopped at Peet’s in Vacaville.
The drive back from Vacaville was unremarkable. I did nearly lose my life a few times but it would only have been to people living their lives dead on the inside. At the bridge the car was getting noisy and there was crazy traffic. We made the apartment at 5:30 when I realized I forgot my hat.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
Thursday, March 8, 2018
Drove to Soda Springs
On the 28th of January I wrote that the Saturday before the 27th I was welcome at 5:20 but I only managed to leave at six. I was bummed about being late but also how noisy I was. I got to Starbucks and rode the wiggle. Mom and dad gave me chains at the house. I grabbed a bunch of stuff and rode over twin peaks to the green zone in front of the cleaners.
My friend had made piles and boxes so I walked them to the car. I returned to the apartment and grabbed what I needed and conferred with her before driving to the library and Four Barrel and then getting her. I had trouble parking the car but we left on our drive to snow cabin around 10.
It was easy enough to get to the bridge and even Vallejo but the noise was getting to my friend. I noticed we had enough gas to get to Auburn - where I wanted to look at accommodations and transportation options.
We stopped at Ikeda’s and got a meal. My friend was quietly pleased with that. We packed the leftovers and crinkly noisy bags and road to Colfax from Auburn. I wanted to continue reviewing the accommodations and transportation.
We got gas and then drove to Soda Springs. It was really quiet in the car. When we got to smoke out of no one was there. We quietly looked at the house and though my friend was uncertain if we should unload our stuff into the assigned room she relented.
After I had unpacked the car. I had to drink two beers which had fallen out of the car. SOme fellow vacationers arrived in and I started getting lazy. When the rest of the house were back we were really loud for about two hours before it got tedious.
By then we had settled into the room which was far away from the noise. We also got dinner going. I had forgotten my boots so our neighbor said she would help. By 530 we were sitting down to eat. My friend was getting really agitated with me. She started quiet time around seven in the middle of dinner. By 830 we had basically avoided each other. I was nearly asleep in the bedroom.
It was around 830 that I finally made the kitchen living room and we sat around until 1030. I was asleep last. I was feeling cross and uncomfortable.
We woke at six but I got up at eight. I had to navigate the noises in the kitchen and was able to get coffee real easy. Short while later my friend and I assigned tasks and I was alone for a while. I have been super noisy downstairs. Later I ate a meal that she had made and then we switch places.
At 10 o’clock we decided to go outside to play. It was quiet and serene but we managed to fill the silence. After that it was quiet time.
Much later our neighbor arrived while I was writing. They were unpacking until about 230. Our hostess wanted to drive to the store but when her husband arrived she was worried about dinner. He and I went and got groceries before going to the ski shop.
They had wanted vegetables but we needed to check about sleds so we drove back. I shoveled until we learned the veggies had arrived and we only needed small sleds which were at the trailhead.
I shoveled the steps and driveway but got into it and shoveled for the cross-country trail and totally wore myself out. Back at the house I discovered I needed to move the car. Then I entered into the noise and chaos of the common room. I initially tried to sit at the dining room table but decided to tidy the house.
Dinner it was noisy chaos and I resigned myself to things not being perfect. My friend followed my lead and we finished dinner quietly on the couch. All of us started to wind down then and I went from the living room to the bedroom to the top floor and finally ended up in the hall with my friend in the room.
I an OK time. Later we went outside for a breath of fresh air. Later I was collecting information by reviewing maps of Auburn.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
My friend had made piles and boxes so I walked them to the car. I returned to the apartment and grabbed what I needed and conferred with her before driving to the library and Four Barrel and then getting her. I had trouble parking the car but we left on our drive to snow cabin around 10.
It was easy enough to get to the bridge and even Vallejo but the noise was getting to my friend. I noticed we had enough gas to get to Auburn - where I wanted to look at accommodations and transportation options.
We stopped at Ikeda’s and got a meal. My friend was quietly pleased with that. We packed the leftovers and crinkly noisy bags and road to Colfax from Auburn. I wanted to continue reviewing the accommodations and transportation.
We got gas and then drove to Soda Springs. It was really quiet in the car. When we got to smoke out of no one was there. We quietly looked at the house and though my friend was uncertain if we should unload our stuff into the assigned room she relented.
After I had unpacked the car. I had to drink two beers which had fallen out of the car. SOme fellow vacationers arrived in and I started getting lazy. When the rest of the house were back we were really loud for about two hours before it got tedious.
By then we had settled into the room which was far away from the noise. We also got dinner going. I had forgotten my boots so our neighbor said she would help. By 530 we were sitting down to eat. My friend was getting really agitated with me. She started quiet time around seven in the middle of dinner. By 830 we had basically avoided each other. I was nearly asleep in the bedroom.
It was around 830 that I finally made the kitchen living room and we sat around until 1030. I was asleep last. I was feeling cross and uncomfortable.
We woke at six but I got up at eight. I had to navigate the noises in the kitchen and was able to get coffee real easy. Short while later my friend and I assigned tasks and I was alone for a while. I have been super noisy downstairs. Later I ate a meal that she had made and then we switch places.
At 10 o’clock we decided to go outside to play. It was quiet and serene but we managed to fill the silence. After that it was quiet time.
Much later our neighbor arrived while I was writing. They were unpacking until about 230. Our hostess wanted to drive to the store but when her husband arrived she was worried about dinner. He and I went and got groceries before going to the ski shop.
They had wanted vegetables but we needed to check about sleds so we drove back. I shoveled until we learned the veggies had arrived and we only needed small sleds which were at the trailhead.
I shoveled the steps and driveway but got into it and shoveled for the cross-country trail and totally wore myself out. Back at the house I discovered I needed to move the car. Then I entered into the noise and chaos of the common room. I initially tried to sit at the dining room table but decided to tidy the house.
Dinner it was noisy chaos and I resigned myself to things not being perfect. My friend followed my lead and we finished dinner quietly on the couch. All of us started to wind down then and I went from the living room to the bedroom to the top floor and finally ended up in the hall with my friend in the room.
I an OK time. Later we went outside for a breath of fresh air. Later I was collecting information by reviewing maps of Auburn.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
Saturday, March 3, 2018
Tweeting about Park Chow
On 20 January I wrote that the night before I quit around 10 o’clock and was in bed at 11. I had solitarily made dinner and my friend was still awake. We ate together.
As she was supposed to go to Alameda I assumed that I just had to wait for her to leave and then go to coffee at 8 o’clock. It’d been an hour and I got out of bed. We hung out until eight until 930 and her acquaintance said that she would be by at 10:30 so she and I went to four barrel.
Her acquaintance indeed showed up at around 1030 and quiet and they quietly left. I went to the room and then settled into post and dictate.
It was nearly 3 o’clock when I had gotten two posts and 10 pages dictated so I called by kitchen and shut my computer. I rode with an overload it back to Harrison and thankfully the kitchen was still open. I was writing my cross track.
I took my computer to Best Buy but they had a line so I went to stable and when my number was called I dropped my computer off. I went to the apartment to check the ladies as they returned from their trp. Then I rode to Park Chow.
I had been tweeting about Park Chow because it was basically their last day. It was crowded. I got my usual and eventually someone from the crowd asked for my seat. I went to the Shamrock and texted about my experience.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
As she was supposed to go to Alameda I assumed that I just had to wait for her to leave and then go to coffee at 8 o’clock. It’d been an hour and I got out of bed. We hung out until eight until 930 and her acquaintance said that she would be by at 10:30 so she and I went to four barrel.
Her acquaintance indeed showed up at around 1030 and quiet and they quietly left. I went to the room and then settled into post and dictate.
It was nearly 3 o’clock when I had gotten two posts and 10 pages dictated so I called by kitchen and shut my computer. I rode with an overload it back to Harrison and thankfully the kitchen was still open. I was writing my cross track.
I took my computer to Best Buy but they had a line so I went to stable and when my number was called I dropped my computer off. I went to the apartment to check the ladies as they returned from their trp. Then I rode to Park Chow.
I had been tweeting about Park Chow because it was basically their last day. It was crowded. I got my usual and eventually someone from the crowd asked for my seat. I went to the Shamrock and texted about my experience.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
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