Shelf was Only Rated

On March 29 of 2020 I noted that I had gotten the middle curtain and a shelf hung in my office and only had the last one to do. I also noted that the shelf was only rated for 10 pounds and there were more than 15 pounds on it.

I left for a bike ride in the afternoon and rode to Hillside via the route that I had identified. But instead of going to the Guadalupe Canyon Overlook I headed towards Daly City where I climbed up to Westmoor on the most direct route on a side street. It started raining lightly after that and on the way back I found Junipero Serra and Alemany to be useful. I realized Lyle Street had made Bosworth much better.

I was playing video games when I texted my friend who was watching a movie. She wanted to know when the isolation would end and I had no answer. I told her to ask my mom who had emailed my family but was mostly trying to reach my siblings.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 10 and finished eating at around 1045. I got myself oriented and then started getting ready to sit at my computer for work.

My friend had sent a message showing the cute thing she and her friend had done. The pandemic had prevented them from spending time together so they rode bikes to their friend’s house and displayed birthday banners for a neighbor through their window.

I was texting with my mom and made dinner after getting the last curtain rod up in my office. 

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.

Our Favorite Ramen Place

On March 4 of 2020 I wrote that the night before I frantically dictated and wrote in my notebook before winding down. When I was finished I also went to bed.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at seven and managed to get out at 8 o’clock. My friend had a Pilates class. The ride was actually great but after leaving Jackson on a 10 and drinking coffee I learned that I had forgotten to sign out.

Later that day, I barely made it out of work before the Pilates class my friend had scheduled for us. She had personal reasons for doing it but I was happy with the result. I noted that I would do it again.

We went to our favorite ramen place and then stopped at the bar on the way home and we had an OK time. The bartender got us a drink.

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.

Two Days of Skiing

On February 5 of 2020 I wrote that that morning I woke up at six and again at seven but just lay like a lump. Two days of skiing had really weakened me.

There was coffee and pancakes so I went down and let my friend serve me. I laid back down after helping for a bit. We changed gears and started packing.

At about 1030 our host quietly left with the trailer to ski. I found a bunch of stuff and then put them in the car. When everyone returned we were ready.

The others seemed tired but they were set to go on a quick ski adventure. The rest of us headed back to the city. My friend and I went visited the gondola to the resort and had coffee before we headed out towards Auburn and San Francisco.

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.

Cross Country Ski Trip

On February 4 of 2020 I wrote that that morning I woke to pancakes. I ate and helped around the house until my hostess started getting us ready to go on a cross country ski trip.

I rented cross country skis and we got out on the trail. Originally we were going to Sugarbowl but we decided to visit kid lakes. I remembered some of the runs from my last visit. Later though we connected to a new trail.

I looked on the map and found the trails wandering all over but they were easy. We took a trail to a warming hut and I was able to take a layer off. We had a sandwich and coffee. We took the shortest route back near the railroad tracks and that involved a lot of hard climbing but it meant we got back around closing.

I walked to the house pretty slow. When I got there we were starting dinner. I had a drink as we prepared to eat. The food didn’t sit well so I took a nap later. I helped wind down and then some of us played Scrabble.

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.

Walking to the Waterfall

On January 20 of 2020 I wrote that in the previous morning I woke up at my old classmate’s house and had coffee and pancakes with his family. I was still helping him move furniture. After we unloaded everything we went for pizza in town and saw his younger brother - a doctor - passing through with his girlfriend. Later I decided that they would take me to Sacramento so I could catch a late train home the next day.

That night we played Scrabble and listened to one of the nieces play her violin. Later we in to town with some locals. The doctor told me he used to be a taxi driver and would sit out front of the bar all night. We played pool and darts until 1 AM and met some local color. Some guy from Kentucky told us his life story.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this my host woke me with a text and we had coffee together. I spent the rest of the day with his younger brother. My host left for work and I sat with the doctor and his girlfriend a bit before walking to the waterfall.

He told us stories about being a doctor. We took photos of things he remembered from growing up in the woods. When we got back we said bye to my old classmate and headed out to the city. We got coffee at the station and I said goodbye to them. I got tacos. I noted I would be at home shortly.

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.

Amador City Junction

On January 18 of 2020 I wrote that the day before I was concerned about missing my bus and headed towards Sacramento. I made the station just fine but the Goldline light rail left before I could board.

I cashed a 20 at Starbucks and walked. On the way I discovered the light rail was delayed by a fire truck. I caught an Amador bound bus at 5:15 after talking to the dispatcher at five.

The bus dropped me at the 49 Amador city Junction. My old classmate missed me when he looked for me and dry town. His mom was surprised to see me walking up her driveway.

The house was loud with life and I hung out spoke until my old classmate, living in the house next door showed up. We went over to his house and spoke with his wife for a bit.

He and I went for sandwiches in Sutter Creek. He knew the bartender from high school. We discussed old acquaintances and hung out in town before heading back to his house where we drank whiskey into the night.

I woke at 830 when some of the people had returned from Safeway. We ate breakfast and three of us and I had coffee. Later my old classmate and I packed a couch into his pick up and went to his mom’s because he was moving into the apartment downstairs that weekend. When we were done we drank up his coffee and made a stop at Lowe’s for tape before getting more furniture.

We taped up the rooms and did a bunch of painting. That was when my hosts brothers showed up. I left him to do his painting and walked next door with his younger brother to grab some bottles. Later hung out in the kitchen at their mom’s while she made dinner.

I got to see the younger brothers close friends since his birthday was coming up. I chatted over chips with everyone. At 7 o’clock we ate lasagna. Later we went outside for some fresh air and then played Pictionary in the kitchen over dessert.

I led everyone in a round of happy birthday. After everyone left just a couple of us played pictionary until late.

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 Korbel Winery

On December 30 I wrote that I work that morning to my friend in the room next-door. It was seven. I was being lazy. She had gotten up earlier because of noise and had fallen asleep.

I went down and made coffee. I did a few other things and then rode out to the store.  However, instead of just going out to get breakfast fixins and a sandwich, I rode out to Sunset Beach across Hacienda Bridge for some reconnaissance.  I found a couple of roads which I thought were okay. When I came back across the bridge I remembered to additionally buy some wine and chips.

I rode back and we ate with our companions.  They were getting ready to go on the day’s adventure by then. After a cup of coffee we all loaded onto our bikes and headed to Hacienda Bridge. I showed them the dirt road to Sunset Beach but we decided to take the highway. I yelled about traffic too much - the road was pretty narrow.

We went to the deli at the Korbel Winery before going on the tour. It was interesting because we saw the history of the winery and the innovations which made it world-famous. Afterwards we bought some stuff and rode back.  Aside from minor hiccups, we made it to Hacienda really easy.

We stopped at the corner store and then returned to the rental.  We had a lot to do but later we ordered some pizza and relaxed.

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.