November is upon us all, there is no escaping it. With falling leaves and long sleeves I find myself in California amongst the purest of company. Sunday night included a long drive home and an even longer time moving my parents furniture into their garage. Having recently talked on Sunday, i discovered their plans to move on Monday to a new home 30 hr down the hill. And devised a plan to surprise them. So late Monday morning, with the hel
p of a good friend Tim, we finished our plan and crashed. Only to awake a moment later to dad showing up to move at 5 am. Boy was he surprised and the fun began. The move went incredibly well; like one of the old cartoons where they fold a circus up and put it in there pocket and when they get to where they are going they throw it into the air and it unfolds as it hits the ground. No really, it went that well. My mother might be a witch, and i am totally cool with that mom. She has powers. Being around parents has done a wonder on my spirits. Being reminded of the basics and from whence i came was
the perfect thing to counter the fall time blues. With all the sickness going around there are a lot of not so happy campers out there, so remember the good times and push through the cold season is my advice. Well back to California, we had wonderful evenings going out to eat or staying in with a movie or just talking about stuff. I managed some time to visiting friends and played a game of croquet on an old golf course. I won. I am not bragging just saying what happened. Of course a trip to California is not complete without going to a single adult dance on Friday night. That was a blast. Really. Its the attitude you bring to the dance, and showing u
p for the last 30 minutes, so you can really shake a leg and not get too sweaty when they turn the lights back on, and a church dance is not the same without a trip to Denny's afterward. So Saturday came and I went on a bike ride wit me ma. Their new place is about a mile from a lovely lake known as lake Natoma and its headwaters border the famed Folsom prison. Circumnavigating the lake is a bike trail, about 13 miles of pine trees, old scraggly oaks, scenic views of the water, and this pungent sweet smell that has a tendency to remind me of fall time (its hard to put it to words the things that smell reminds me of because it reminds me of so much). I think the smell is the result of layers of pine needles and damp decomposing ground underneath. Odd combo i know but its a smell that puts you into a fairy tale, takes you to some scene on the Lord of the Rings. If i could summarize my childhood with a smell, that would be it. Anyway, lonely day riding bikes, and a good end to a visit to California. Drove back that night and am now experiencing cold again. Brrrr....
November is upon us all, there is no escaping it. With falling leaves and long sleeves I find myself in California amongst the purest of company. Sunday night included a long drive home and an even longer time moving my parents furniture into their garage. Having recently talked on Sunday, i discovered their plans to move on Monday to a new home 30 hr down the hill. And devised a plan to surprise them. So late Monday morning, with the hel
p of a good friend Tim, we finished our plan and crashed. Only to awake a moment later to dad showing up to move at 5 am. Boy was he surprised and the fun began. The move went incredibly well; like one of the old cartoons where they fold a circus up and put it in there pocket and when they get to where they are going they throw it into the air and it unfolds as it hits the ground. No really, it went that well. My mother might be a witch, and i am totally cool with that mom. She has powers. Being around parents has done a wonder on my spirits. Being reminded of the basics and from whence i came was 
the perfect thing to counter the fall time blues. With all the sickness going around there are a lot of not so happy campers out there, so remember the good times and push through the cold season is my advice. Well back to California, we had wonderful evenings going out to eat or staying in with a movie or just talking about stuff. I managed some time to visiting friends and played a game of croquet on an old golf course. I won. I am not bragging just saying what happened. Of course a trip to California is not complete without going to a single adult dance on Friday night. That was a blast. Really. Its the attitude you bring to the dance, and showing u
p for the last 30 minutes, so you can really shake a leg and not get too sweaty when they turn the lights back on, and a church dance is not the same without a trip to Denny's afterward. So Saturday came and I went on a bike ride wit me ma. Their new place is about a mile from a lovely lake known as lake Natoma and its headwaters border the famed Folsom prison. Circumnavigating the lake is a bike trail, about 13 miles of pine trees, old scraggly oaks, scenic views of the water, and this pungent sweet smell that has a tendency to remind me of fall time (its hard to put it to words the things that smell reminds me of because it reminds me of so much). I think the smell is the result of layers of pine needles and damp decomposing ground underneath. Odd combo i know but its a smell that puts you into a fairy tale, takes you to some scene on the Lord of the Rings. If i could summarize my childhood with a smell, that would be it. Anyway, lonely day riding bikes, and a good end to a visit to California. Drove back that night and am now experiencing cold again. Brrrr....
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