The smell of fresh roasted coffee. Check. My beautiful angel winged Vespa. Check. My faded leather messenger bag with my net book inside. Check. A boatload of homework. Coffee buzz kill.
I am at Peet’s coffee getting some homework done before work, not really fun but I do love this place. I have a yummy black coffee and an eight hour battery life on my net book, making me almost unstoppable. Except for having to go to work that is. Another buzz kill.
I am going to San Francisco tomorrow to tackle one of my little dreams, walking the Golden Gate bridge. Though I have been to the city more times than I can count, I have never walked the bridge. I have ridden across it on my scooter though! Dreaming and planning my next adventures helps break up the monotony of the daily routines I’m stuck with. I’ve been thinking of Egypt a lot recently, it’s time to hit the library!
It has been a week since my return from Europe and aside from a small scooter adventure I have been keeping it low key.
Last weekend I needed to go to my mother’s house on a moments notice, which is almost seventy miles away. My only driving option was to take my two hundred fifty cc Vespa scooter. She lives in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains which made for a beautiful ride. My scooter had been sitting for an extended amount of time, I had a second one that I sold to some #@&£!€ as soon as we got back in the states. Needless to say, my Vespa did not enjoy the trip but we made it though. As I was riding there were motorcyclists giving me the two finger wave, which was nice since scooterists get treated like second class riders most of the time. Up in the hills I was quite popular on my cute scoot but there were some motorcyclists who ignored me. This irked me a bit because any casserole on a twelve hundred cc motorcycle can easily get up those hills, and most were traveling in groups. Here I was, all by myself on my little (but sufficient) scooter, rocking those windy roads on tiny wheels and I still couldn’t get love. As these thoughts were crossing my mind I was sitting at a stop light in one of the small towns, waiting for a left hand turn, and I spied a group of motos headed towards me. I could only see their headlights at first but as they drew closer I had to take a second glance- it was a wild pack of Vespas! There were about ten of them, in all colors, some with chrome front racks like mine. After they left, I made my turn and cruised my baby into the tree lined highway with a big boost of pride.
My sweet ride
I am up tonight writing thanks to a lovely new trick my cat taught himself. I have two cats, Thomas and Gerald (Tom and Jerry) which have always been indoor cats. That is until Gerald begun demanding to go outside, yowling and standing on his back legs while using his front paws to beat on the sliding glass doors in our home. This began a couple of years ago and has been escalating now that Gerald figured out he could use the same technique to request (I use that term lightly) to be let back inside during all hours of the night. It went even further, starting this summer he began to make his
requests demands more frequently, sometimes with just enough time for a person to lie down and think of sleep in between. Instead of strangling my usually lovable feline companion, I came up with a way that Gerald could come and go as he please through a small space in one of my screen doors. Just when I began to think the problem has been solved, that little feline developed a new bad habit.
I was woken up at almost exactly three am by the sound of something being dropped, not my favorite way to wake by far. The only comfort I had was that my dogs were laying by the bed like normal, so no burglars. I go in my living room and Gerald has thrown a framed photo on the floor, is standing in the middle of several other frames and is looking for something intently. This is a very very bad sign. A few days ago he strolled in the back door toting a live mouse while my husband was eating breakfast. Standing in my living room in the middle of the night I knew exactly what he was looking for and sure enough, there was a mouse clinging to my wall behind the cabinet. This time my husband was at work and after what he told me about the last mouse incident ( the cat only tried playing with it, Nathan had to grab the mouse himself and throw it outside), I knew it was time to get the A-team in place. I rounded up my indoor cat and both of my dogs before I scared the mouse out of his hiding spot. I was very nervous about my approach but sleep was not an option with a mouse loose and my Chuck Norris mouse catching skills are not and never will be as good as Nathan’s.
My plan worked, as soon as my dog Maverick caught a glimpse of the mouse, he pounced on it. I ran to the front door and let him out. After a few minutes I let him come back in but put him right back out when I noticed a mouse tail hanging out of his mouth. I got him to drop it on the porch and come back in for milk bones. Order has been restored thanks to my four legged hero!
I am going through my photos and have a mess to post on here, along with some more interesting city details. A little known fact is that all of my overseas posts were pecked out on my iPhone. It was tedious and as a result I usually ended the posts before I had gotten out everything I wanted to say. Not to worry- all of that fun stuff is coming soon…