3 July 2005
3 p.m. was tee time for the golfers, Tom and about 9 others. We went up to watch them hit a few balls and then Walt and his sister went home and I made a bee-line for Tom's house to use his computer. I had no idea how "technology withdrawal" would get to me. It was really pathetic. This morning I woke up and there was no computer to check. My cell phone also had no charge, so I went off in search of a phone store where I could buy a new cord (since I'd left mine in Davis).
The place where I remembered there being a cell phone store had closed, so I tried 3 malls before I finally found a Verizon store. I apologized that mine was not a Verizon phone, but could they please, please let me give them money for a phone cord anyway. We found one that worked and I headed back to Walt's sister's house.
Walt, his brother and sister-in-law went to visit their mother, I opted to stay home, Walt's sister went to the store, so I was completely alone. I know, thought I, I'll call my mother (who is vacationing in Oregon). But I discovered that you can't use the cell phone when it's charging, so that was not an option. But I remembered that before the charge completely left, I had three unheard voice mail messages, so I tried using Alice Nan's phone to check them, but couldn't remember how to retrieve my messages.
So there I was in a house with no technology and nothing left to do but read. Fortunately I was reading a good book, but I laughed at myself for how "antsy" I was feeling! And how much I really wanted to get to Tom's house to use his computer. Fortunately, for him, Walt had gone off in our car, so even if I had decided to intrude on Tom, I wouldn't have been able to get here.
I'm really pathetic!
Then, we went to the golf course to watch the guys tee off, and I left my camera back at the house.
Damn, thought I, who is NEVER without some sort of camera.
But then I remembered I had my PDA--the nice little Zire 72, which has a built-in camera, so I was able to take a photo of Tom--actually quite a nice photo. Great! That will be Photo of the Day, thought I.
But when I got here, I don't see a parallel port easily visible on the computer, so even though I have a photo and even remembered to bring my handy dandy card reader, I can't use it. Maybe Tom will let me know later how I can do that. I never dreamed until faced with all these obstacles how dependent I had become on all these new fangled gadgets!
However, that said, it was a nice, uneventful ride down here. We left home around 3:30 and set off down I-5. I drove for awhile and we cut over from I-5 to Hollister, so very, very happy to see a fog bank greeting us as we approached the coast. It had been about 100 degrees when we left Davis. (By the time we got to Santa Barbara, I was actually cold in my shorts and sandals!)
This was obviously the weekend that motorcycles were to descend on Hollister because the only place I've seen more motorcycles than we saw in and around Hollister yesterday was Sacramento around Christmastime when all the cyclists in the state (it seems) descend on the capitol with gifts for underprivileged kids. There were just waves and waves and waves of groups of cyclists. Really quite impressive. If I hadn't been driving at the time, I would have had my camera out.
So all is going well. Walt's cousin and his family arrived from Maryland to be here for this shindig (which will take place tomorrow). This event seems to grow in "spendor" each year. This year Alice Nan's boyfriend Joe has added home made ice cream, which he has been making for 2 days now, for the 50-100 people who will all meet on the beach tomorrow.
I've now had my fix. I've checked e-mail (350 e-mails, 3 of which were acctually for ME! God,how I hate Spam) and now I can head off to run a few errands before it's time to return to the golf course and watch the guys as they come in from their game. Sorry about the "photo of the day," but technology has once again frustrated me!
I was going to send an e-mail to Ashley to ask her how Paul is, but I don't have her e-mail address with me, so Ashley, if you're reading this, please let me know how he's doing. I find I have a vested interested in a sick puppy named Paul. "No, we CAN'T adopt him," Walt said. I have no intention of it, but I just find I have been thinking about him a lot and hoping that his breathing has improved and that he's OK.
Sunday brunch questions:
1) What do you like the best about living in the United States?
PHOTO OF THE DAY