[Magellan, in its corporate wisdom, will not supply updated maps for the GPS model I own.]
The BEST way to get from Route 4 to the Brannan Island KOA is to turn right at the light on Route 12 and take a right on Jackson Slough Road, then turn left on Brannan Island Road. It is NOT, repeat NOT, advisable to turn right off Route 4 onto Brannan Island Road directly, despite GPS instructions to do so! Even the USPS agrees.
As the road got more and more narrow and twisty along the top of the levee, I didn't really start to get uneasy until the sign that said One Lane Road Ahead. The road we were on was about 6 inches wider than the RV on each side but still qualified as a Two Lane Road (I guess) because there was a yellow stripe down the middle. Just as I was trying to find a wider spot in the road to turn around, we spotted a US Mail truck headed our way along the levee. The driver drove his truck down along the side of the slope -- really! -- to pass but I flagged him down. "Is there really a KOA up ahead somewhere?" I asked. "Yes ma'am, about 3 more miles. But ... no one ... ever ... takes ... THIS road ..."
I was in dire need of a drink by the time we arrived and set up camp.
Coming home, after delivering daughter and grandsons to son-in-law at the Berkeley Marina, it should be a straight shot home, no? No. GPS routed me onto a (very scenic) frontage road along the bay for a while before allowing me back onto I-580. And, the maps are old; they date from BEFORE the I-980 cut! GPS tried to take me onto Routes 13 and 24 to get to I-880. Sigh.
This GPS, my dear Mary Magellena, is going to have to find a new home with a younger family member; preferably one with a greater desire, tolerance, and appreciation for adventure.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Rowan is traveling
Rowan and her Prince are traveling this week in the Pumpkin-Turned-Motorhome called Moon Dance. If you want to follow that journey, go to mytripjournal.com/rnmflagstaff
See y'all back here in a while.
See y'all back here in a while.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
The Times They Are A-changing
The following is a letter I wrote on Sunday, February 11, 2007 to a close (dear) but (geographically) distant friend. It reflects where I (and my head) were THEN; it does NOT reflect now.
~~~~~~~
Exactly one year ago next
Saturday, my best friend and soul mate of 30 years told me, over a McDonald's’
lunch, that he didn’t want to be married any more. He assured me there was no
other woman, just that he was depressed and tired and unhappy and wanted out.
He had rented an apartment near work; no I could not have
the address; I could call his cell phone or use email or forward mail to a PO
Box. He had contacted a divorce lawyer and made arrangements with our
accountant. He handed me a sheet of paper outlining a marital settlement
agreement. This all happened 6 days after our 22nd wedding
anniversary and he had spent several months on the planning of it as well as
the timing.
I cried for a week. Then I got angry. Then I hired a PI who
confirmed that he was indeed living with a woman who had been working for him
for the last five years: a woman who had house and dog sat for me, who had had
dinner in my home many times, who had smiled and treated me like a friend. It
was a case of her having bigger boobs, bigger hair, smaller brain and flatter
abs, as well as her being 15 years younger.
I was shattered. I am slowly putting the pieces of me back together. It is
taking some time and effort. The new “me” is a lot stronger and
self-sufficient, but also much less open and trusting than the old one. I am
not sure the new me is as loveable and fluffy as the old one, but I like me
better now.
As I recall, I used to enjoy the company of men. And I hope
to again someday. I’m taking baby steps in that regard – lots of friends, a few
good friends, no friends with benefits, yet. And then, someday, I may try
actual dating.
How I want to be seen is competent, capable, strong, brave,
loving, passionate, caring.
How I will not be seen is afraid, submissive, and timid.
~~~~~~~
Actually, the times they have a-changed :-)
Monday, May 28, 2012
Inventory / Reflection
Children -- three: healthy, happy, successful.
Grandchildren -- four: healthy, happy, active, smart.
Loves -- one primary: healthy, happy, handsome, attentive, loving, careful;
a few secondary: nearby and far away, able, willing, loving.
Friends -- several: beautiful, caring, loyal.
~~~~
Additionally
Cat -- one: healthy, happy, active, attentive.
House -- one and one third: comfortable, well located, solid and sheltering.
RV -- one: slightly dented, decent mileage, still fun.
Car -- one: low miles, dirty (but I could fix that), fun to rive.
~~~~~
Body -- one: gently used, strong, clean, healthy.
Mind -- one: active, agile, inquisitive.
Spirit -- one: happy, content but not complacent.
~~~~
Bottom line -- life is good.
Grandchildren -- four: healthy, happy, active, smart.
Loves -- one primary: healthy, happy, handsome, attentive, loving, careful;
a few secondary: nearby and far away, able, willing, loving.
Friends -- several: beautiful, caring, loyal.
~~~~
Additionally
Cat -- one: healthy, happy, active, attentive.
House -- one and one third: comfortable, well located, solid and sheltering.
RV -- one: slightly dented, decent mileage, still fun.
Car -- one: low miles, dirty (but I could fix that), fun to rive.
~~~~~
Body -- one: gently used, strong, clean, healthy.
Mind -- one: active, agile, inquisitive.
Spirit -- one: happy, content but not complacent.
~~~~
Bottom line -- life is good.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Connections
Tonight I had my annual "date" with my (13 years) younger brother.
My (6 years) younger sister was there too, this time, for the first time.
Just two rounds but a ton of stories ... Remember when you ... When she ... When he ... When I ...when we ...
I remember now why I love them so much; how we are so connected.
I'll keep coming back here, no matter what, just for this connection.
My (6 years) younger sister was there too, this time, for the first time.
Just two rounds but a ton of stories ... Remember when you ... When she ... When he ... When I ...when we ...
I remember now why I love them so much; how we are so connected.
I'll keep coming back here, no matter what, just for this connection.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Odyssey
Online check in the day before yielded an upgrade to First Class. Which yielded a large comfy seat, orange juice, tomato juice, cheese omelet, hash browns, fresh fruit, bagel with cream cheese ... Nice. Travel through ORD was another story.
The gate attendant got busy helping a woman who meant to go to Rochester NY but who had a ticket to Rochester MN. All of a sudden, "We have 4 minutes to load. Forget the seating zones everybody. Let's roll!"
Captain's announcement, thunder storms to the east, rerouting delays, we will be moving again momentarily. Some movement forward. Stop. We will be moving again momentarily. More wait, inch ahead, wait, we will be departing momentarily. "Momentarily? I don't think that word means what you think it means."
Finally, announcement, "Ladies and gentlemen, due to the Passenger Bill of Rights, we wil now return to the gate because waiting to be first in line will take us past the time we can keep you between boarding and take off."
Luck was with us though. That particular plane was needed in Syracuse next morning. So, top off the fuel tanks, load the cattle ... sheep ... passengers and queue up again.
Momentarily ... number 30 in line ... momentarily ... number 20 in line ... momentarily ... Whoosh! Our little plane suddenly was directed to cut ahead to first place -- they were about to trip over the Passenger Bill of Rights deadline again! And I am sure the FA had already notified the cockpit of potential mutiny.
Flight 4332, due @ SYR 6:55 pm -- landed 11:55 pm
~~~~~~~~~~~
Breakfast, see above.
Lunch, soggy croissant with tuna salad and diet Coke.
Dinner, Bloody Mary,
The gate attendant got busy helping a woman who meant to go to Rochester NY but who had a ticket to Rochester MN. All of a sudden, "We have 4 minutes to load. Forget the seating zones everybody. Let's roll!"
Captain's announcement, thunder storms to the east, rerouting delays, we will be moving again momentarily. Some movement forward. Stop. We will be moving again momentarily. More wait, inch ahead, wait, we will be departing momentarily. "Momentarily? I don't think that word means what you think it means."
Finally, announcement, "Ladies and gentlemen, due to the Passenger Bill of Rights, we wil now return to the gate because waiting to be first in line will take us past the time we can keep you between boarding and take off."
Luck was with us though. That particular plane was needed in Syracuse next morning. So, top off the fuel tanks, load the cattle ... sheep ... passengers and queue up again.
Momentarily ... number 30 in line ... momentarily ... number 20 in line ... momentarily ... Whoosh! Our little plane suddenly was directed to cut ahead to first place -- they were about to trip over the Passenger Bill of Rights deadline again! And I am sure the FA had already notified the cockpit of potential mutiny.
Flight 4332, due @ SYR 6:55 pm -- landed 11:55 pm
~~~~~~~~~~~
Breakfast, see above.
Lunch, soggy croissant with tuna salad and diet Coke.
Dinner, Bloody Mary,
Saturday, May 19, 2012
An Open Letter to my New Big Brother
This is an apology for teasing you yesterday about your "sleeping late" habit.
It is not pleasant to wake up in an empty house that used to be full. And your house became empty suddenly and through no fault of your own, which can make it even harder. At least there were enough good things about the "emptying" of my house that they balanced the echoes.
"...I used to be half the whole of you and me
Now I'm the limit of half a man ..." Chris Smither, Slow Surprise
The things I did to make it better for me may not really practical for you, but I like your idea of "going on the road". I hope you do it more.
[BTW, Mom always liked me best ;-) ]
It is not pleasant to wake up in an empty house that used to be full. And your house became empty suddenly and through no fault of your own, which can make it even harder. At least there were enough good things about the "emptying" of my house that they balanced the echoes.
"...I used to be half the whole of you and me
Now I'm the limit of half a man ..." Chris Smither, Slow Surprise
The things I did to make it better for me may not really practical for you, but I like your idea of "going on the road". I hope you do it more.
[BTW, Mom always liked me best ;-) ]
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