The Wedding Party

On May 18 I wrote that we rose slowly and I waited to get breakfast and coffee before I started to function. We took garbage down and packed.

A load was running when we left. We drove to Fairfield and got some things but there was no coffee anywhere so had to make a second stop. However, it turned out we were on time. On the way through Folsom the car was quiet and I pointed out the electricity sites. Placerville was interesting. When we passed through Kyburz we found the hotel just fine.

I saw the bride’s brother as I rushed to check in and get ready.  The wedding party had moved outside. I congratulated the groom and he handed us a toy Racecar. The ceremony was really great.  One of the highlights was how frank the minister was about being transsexual and supporting civil rights causes. We noted that the vows were very similar. The groom sketched out their lives and the bride called out their shared interest.

I had gotten some umbrellas and a whiskey by the time we had made it to end of the ceremony. We all ran inside as the weather turned. We got a table and we moved back-and-forth. However, we spent a lot of time with the pool table which was very loud because of the video games.

An acquaintance with broken leg was in the lobby. There were appetizers and an open bar. We missed the toast but got enough to eat. I started slowing down when the dancing started.  I stayed downstairs and noted that it was half as loud as before.

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 Trip to Sausalito

On May 4 I wrote I awoke first and focused on getting out the door. Though I generally want to get the bike out I actually waited until around 915. By then we were dressed and fed. I had done a bunch of packing. I went down and got the bike, brought it out, did garbage and swept. The air was nice.

By the time I had returned my friend was already out the door. The ride was OK but we were delayed by my last minute repairs to my seat. I was doubly quiet on the ride and went too fast for her.

At the Ferry Building I got coffee and we followed our companions on our phones pacing their way up Market Street. They cut it close. In the end everyone boarded with a little help but we did lie about our electric motors. The trip to Sausalito was quick and we all met downstairs near the doors and proceeded to the Bayside Park.

When we were ready to go we stopped at Cibo but no one was there for the ride. We rode up bridge way. I was too far ahead on a few occasions but from Mike’s bikes I was in the lead. The start of the ride had few hiccups. We climbed horse hill and no one had to dismount. The descent on Meadowsweet was good but the drop to Tamalpais was better. My cargo bike was really heavy so it was sketch.

We crossed Tamalpais to the big park in Corte Madera. We set up on the triangle of grass and took turns walking around. There was cheese, crackers and sliced meats. There was a box of wine and I shared my whiskey. We all quietly went here and there. We took breaks and toasted twice.

Then we packed up and climbed to the railroad grade towards Miller. However we cut through the high school on our way into Wartburg to take Lucky over the creek.

We arrived at Super Bike around three. There was soft serve ice cream. I had allergies from the ride. Everyone had been lingering at the valet, so a couple of us quietly sat at the picnic tables until it got louder. From there we checked out the bikes.

When it was nearly time to go pay I started to feel like there was some urgency but it was OK because the boat was delayed. We were suffering from the ride at this point anyway so it was a welcome reprieve.

On the boat, I went below deck from Larkspur and by then everyone was feeling tired. We rode up Market. I said bye to everyone at Valencia. At home we unpacked while we were quietly upstairs.

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.

Easter Morning

On April 21 I wrote that Easter morning I woke at my parents house. I spent about an hour in the bedroom getting ready for my day. When I quietly went upstairs I did what I needed to eat and start the day.

Mom and dad left at nearly 10 and I quietly headed off to the café where I saw a coworker. She headed out a bit later and I had a hard time getting back home.

It was quiet time at noon and my sister showed up at around 1230. I had a sandwich. No one was happy with my handling of things. When quiet time was over mom was napping.

However, a short while later we did the usual festivities. After that a few of us went on a walk to the park. That took too long and I had a hard time. We went to the baseball and soccer field. Then we passed through the playground and went home. I noted that it was really hard. I brought chaos home and my sister wasn’t happy about it.

Later after eating I was alone together. My friend showed up and we wound down.

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.