Him To End
Tuesday. We are tired, we are, but we got a decent night's sleep after watching the latest Michael Moore film last night over at friends a few houses up the street and then back to crash reasonably early, not getting up this morning until nine to make a run for coffee and the Times.
I discover I'm still losing weight, albeit slowly, perhaps just being on this road trip, so I bulked up a bit for breakfast. I'm just under one hundred and fifty-five pounds and that's not where I want to be. I'm considering getting to know one fifty-five to as much as one-sixty on an ongoing long term basis, but not more and certainly not less. My legs look like sticks. I knew life was strange, but this (for me) is indeed strange.
We're heading on a photo expedition to Mt. Hood later today, which is good, my sister driving. Then back on the road home tomorrow. I'll contact Mr. and Mrs. M today, see when they're up for me sticking my head in to say hello down the way near the Oregon border. Then a straight shot back to Oakland. Another three day trip (don't make it two, please, not today, not tomorrow), but the driving will be easier if a bit more boring taking Highway 5.
You can always cut over to Highway 101 on the coast near the border.
No, no. I've learned my lesson.
Later. That was more of a trip than I was expecting. We drove over to the Mt. Hood area, beyond it really to one of the Indian reservations in high desert country, eventually having a late lunch (at 4:30 in the afternoon) in the then uncrowded Warm Springs resort restaurant with a really nice view of the surrounding hills. We'd left just after noon and came back before eight, stopping for pictures a number of times along the way. A luxury, really, just to be able to pull over whenever you feel like it to shoot a picture.
So that was a little different. I'm a bit tired from the journey, although I did none of the driving, so I'll put off starting for home until Thursday and use tomorrow to catch up on things. Rearrange the head. Get some rest. The stuff you do when you travel if you're in the rare and odd place of someone who can stretch his schedule and not cause the world around him to end.