The last Friday the 13th that I can remember was Yonah's birthday when he turned 13yrs. old, this past Oct.
I'm so glad we were in a hotel last night because it POURED!!! Lightening, thunder, and just torrents of rain. All the fields were swamped as we headed out. The sky was like an opalescent quilt over everything. We rode for miles to the singing cacophony of a million tiny frogs on the north side of the road, and a million tiny crickets on the south side. As soon as that ended it was back to the cacophonous singing of Yonah and Solomon.
I am amazed at Matt's breadth of knowlege. Everything that the boys ask about (and they ask about EVERYTHING..you can't even imagine...), he knows in great detail. It is like having a private tutor in History,Science, and the Arts for 6-9 hrs. everyday.
Yikes, gotta get off the computer.
More later.
L,
D
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Hello Djina, Matt, Yonah, Solomon,
I know I can never match the devotion of the friend who will show up to deliver imported California hippie food to you on the road, but I hope I can make it somewhere onto the list of friends who love you. I am currently involved in staying in the moment here in southwest OR, trying to clear the debris of a household of active children, adults, and pets and can't make it past the county line, let alone beyond.
Chris and I have been reading the blog regularly and whenever there is a gap of a few days I worry. I have really been enjoying the writing of the blog and hope to see a few entries from the boys. You all are an inspiration, though I remember the sore rear and numb hands and wrist from my few long bike rides. I will never match you on that, I can only hope to improve some obscure horticultural skill with which to impress you.
Congratulations to you all on reaching the halfway point of the trip. I believe you have made it past the worst topography at this point. Keep moving one foot in front of the other, you'll be there before you know it.
love, Aunt Zizz
Oh by the way, if you want to order biscuits and gravy like a pro, in some locales you can just say "B & G". And the gravy is white because it has more milk than the brown kind. If it is the good kind of gravy, there are bits of sausage in it. But knowing your constitution and sentiments, just go for poached eggs.
If you really ever do start eating mystery meats, you can join me some day dining on corndogs. Good when their hot, good when their cold. I remember a conversation when you compared hotdogs to the scraps left in the kitchen sink drain screen. Hey, it was all on my plate a moment before it landed in the sink.
To think I knew Djina when she didn't shave and a pan of brownies was a good time.
love Aunt Z
Congratulations on reaching your halfway point! At least you have a better sense of geography than my brother-in-law. When we drove from Philadelphia to Berkeley for grad school (yikes 18 yrs ago), stopping the first night in chicago, he marveled that we could cross half the country in a day. Had to break the news that the Midwest ain't the middle of the country.
As you ride through the land o' corn, I wonder how much is being grown for food, for feed (to cattle), and now for fuel. I don't know all the inputs and economics of ethanol, but it wouldn't surprise me that it's not the magic solution to our energy crisis and global warming. How much fuel/carbon does it take to make ethanol? Our country's energy policy is warped - more focussed on getting more instead of learning to make do with less.
Kieran is inspired by your voyage and wants to bike across the country too. Kirk settled for taking him on his first trip to Winters (and Putah Creek Cafe, natch). he had more energy than I expected for a 7-yr old on a clunky bike. Maybe he can be a switch biker for the Sprite.
Me, I prefer going to the Palms when I'm in Winters. I thought of your fabulous birthday party, Djina, when my girlfriends and I were dancing last week to Marcia Ball. If you have her hot piano playing on your iPod, she'll carry you through Kansas (altough she may tempt you to detour to Austin or New Orleans for really good music and food).
love to you all,
Ramona S
Its Saturday and there is a cool breeze, warm sun
and I'm in the kitchen cooking up
a storm...crostini and cold tomato basil soup, and risotta seafood and clafoutti..come right over!
I actually don't have much to say.
The admiration felt by all has been a common theme.
I enjoy the wisedom of the old man you ride with, and the personal experiences you are all having, singularly (dreaming of calendar boys--I daresay!), or the 45 second meditation..works for me!..and
the singing of songs as loud as you care to..the endless search for showers, swimming facilities, and reasonably good food--
forgedaboudit--it isn't happening for some miles. Maybe if you are passing through Missouri and close to a city..maybe then--maybe also some good music--are you going through Kentucky?--well..the south hasn't got the food thing down yet..at least in your average near the highway kind of places--but then where do they?
Always always look forward to reading about your days and your thoughts--its an automatic gesture.
Computer-email..internet-ride2cool--that's the way it goes--every
single day.
I love the comments too. Your friends are lovely and
down right funny..
Back to the clafoutti..ask me if you need to know what that is.
Love, Yvette
Zizzy!! What a treat to hear from you. You are already on the permanent list of beloved friends. You rode your bike to our wedding for goodness sake! You taught me how to garden. Most importantly, you were Yonah's first babysitter besides Old Gramps. I could spend a whole blog on how much I love you, but then Chicky would want HER own blog too.
Now you can say you knew me before I ate Elk Jerky!
Loads of Love,
Djina
Aunty Vett, I still remember the amazing lasagna you made when we came to visit. I have not been able to replicate it, despite my use of Champagne!!!
I'm so glad you are enjoying the blog. I love writing it. My friends are my Prayers answered. Without them I would surely become wretched!
Zizzy!! What a treat to hear from you. You are already on the permanent list of beloved friends. You rode your bike to our wedding for goodness sake! You taught me how to garden. Most importantly, you were Yonah's first babysitter besides Old Gramps. I could spend a whole blog on how much I love you, but then Chicky would want HER own blog too.
Now you can say you knew me before I ate Elk Jerky!
Loads of Love,
Djina
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