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Bird Brain

It's no secret that I like birds, but I guess I never realized just how much. At least, not until I started dating Dan. I assume that, after numerously interrupting conversations with him to point out a bird that I thought was doing something adorable, he must have caught on. That's when he started calling me Bird Brain. And it is with that in mind that I share THIS VIDEO, which I think anyone would enjoy. Bird brain or not!

The Little Things

Woke up without an alarm this morning to make coffee and oatmeal for breakfast before putting on a baby doll dress (with capris underneath) and heading to the grocery store for only a couple items, paying $10 at the self check out with no technical problems (rare) and back home in less than 15 minutes to hit the road to Petaluma, spending the hour drive catching up with Tonia about wedding, honeymoon and various life events, laughing about dropped calls until pulling up to Kim's cozy apartment for big hugs and smiles, then walking in the sun down the hill for a burrito at our favorite, Velasco's, for a couple hours of good-friend conversation and a walk around town, gelato in the shade, the smell of old books at Copperfield's, returning texts to fella and a $6 purchase of a uniquely beautiful brass and gold bracelet, another hour at the cozy apartment to sit on the couch, looking through pictures and feeling the breeze from the open doors and windows, rubbing my toes on Luke's fur and giggling at Beau's sneezes (must be the kitty flu), before saying goodbye with more hugs and hitting bumper to bumper on 37 with no worries, stopping dead with windows rolled down, listening to the birds chirping in the brown hills near Infineon, then hitting a stride through the marshes with a new favorite radio station (103.7) on full volume with CCR, Queen, Crosby, Stills and Nash, Pat Benatar and (happy surprise) Fleetwood Mac's "Landslide," hair up in a clip, wind whipping through the bangs and little traffic on 80, none on 780 or 680 while chatting with sister and arriving home to MY home, owned and welcoming, to open windows and now lay in bed (fan set up nicely) to use properly functioning wireless router for fella's laptop, waiting for him to come over so we may work on the 1,000 piece puzzle we started last night (yes, we're old) and say goodnight to a very, VERY good day.

Black and White Photos

Dan's Dad took a few photos of us (and a couple with Dan's brother Jose) with his black and white film during our visit last month. Here's the link! Funny story about the first picture of Dan...his Dad told him to look at me and smile how he does when he first sees me. He made that goofy face and it just happened to be caught on film!

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Lost

I had to go to the sleepy town of Sonoma yesterday to tour a property that we're trying to get coverage for (details to come if I'm able to get it published) and on my way home I got lost. I had forgotten what a bummer it is to get lost. Normally, I'm very good with directions. I take pride in not needing to have an annoying GPS talk at me from my dashboard. I even enjoy teasing friends who are directorily challenged (Tonia and Katie).

But, long story short, I took a right when I should have taken a left and there I was, lost in the bowels (yes, I said it) of Sonoma County. In case you've never been to Sonoma County, let me give you an idea of what it's like. There are a lot of these:

And all you see are these:

I eventually realized I was not going the right way when the road split into highways 121 and 116. Neither of which I took to get to where I went, so I didn't think they were going to get me where I wanted to go. I pulled over into a parking lot of one of the 3 million wineries in the area and attempted to call Kim who, having lived in Sonoma County nearly her entire life, could have surely told me which field or cow I should turn at. But, she was off touring the great Southwest on her Hog and didn't answer the phone. So I sat there. About to cry. Mad at myself for almost crying. Wondering what to do.

It reminded me of when I was 3 years old and we moved from L.A. to the Bay Area. I vividly remember my Mother getting lost CONSTANTLY whenever we would go anywhere. (Remember this Mom?) And I would just sit there, fuming! I would say; "We're lost again aren't we?" And she'd tell me; "No, we're fine. This will just help me learn my way around." She was right. So, I took my adventure as an opportunity to get to know Sonoma County. I continued on 121 and eventually saw this:

I thought; HA! I've been there! Great wine. Now I know where I am! And sure enough, I was spit out on to Highway 32 right by Infinion Raceway. It wasn't quite where I started, but close enough. Of course at the time, I was convinced that this detour added a good 30 minutes to my drive. But, I just mapped out the way I should have gone and the way I actually went, and it was only eight miles and eight minutes longer. Whatever. I still hate getting lost!