I’d forgotten all plugs and chargers for phone/computer and the
alarm clock in the room was set an hour ahead of time, plus I remember my last
Diamond stay and the alarm going off in the middle of the night, so I left it
alone and set my phone for 8:30…
…and woke up at 8:00 (of course).
I was in a rush to get going until I saw the coffee machine and then I
slowed down enough to enjoy a delicious cup.
This is one thing I enjoy about the Diamond Hotel – delicious coffees,
great Aveda hair products and it’s in the middle of downtown Chico. I enjoyed a
lovely breakfast, overheard a lady ordering her breakfast “No this, she doesn’t
do this, do they have this, exchange this for that” – it was funny as she was
fake hair color, fake nails, fake tan. After
breakfast I headed to Melody Records and bought two Traffic albums, American
Beauty by the Dead and Mother Hips, Pacific Dust. Then off to the beautiful
Chico farmer’s market where I hung out with Kristi at her booth for a while. Life is a Bitch sometimes, unfair - then it
spits all over you, repeatedly. 
I needed to head home and get the puppies picked up by 2. During
the drive home I noticed some really
interesting cloud formations, which makes me realize that I have an “issue” at this
point in my life. I hope it passes
fairly quickly. I thought a nice hike would do me some good,
even though I did plenty of mis-directed hiking last night in Chico. I really like that town and have considered moving
there a few times. I think the sense of
community would suit me well. On the
hike, I pondered, as I was looking for “a” song which has had a tremendous impact
on my life. This is a tough thing for me
as I have so many genres I enjoy, but I finally found my Soul Song – “Burn Slow”
by CRB. During much of my life, I keep
using music to try to find the answers, but I wonder if I am even asking the
right question.
Home with the dogs. I
was turn between 3 things- the Ian Moore show, buying some records, or going to
visit a psychic. I’ve never seen psychic
before – today on the phone my mom told me she visited a psychic because of her
dog. Now my mom is an avowed realist,
and such news almost caused me to fall out of my chair, but I am open to much
and do believe some people are in
touch with their psychic abilities. Other people haven’t even made it far
enough to pull their head out of their ass, but I’m posting videos instead of
making political commentary, so I’ll let that one go. I have many questions about Europe, about me,
about a Him…but instead, I showered and went to grab some sushi.
A fire in the wood burning stove, my Mother Hips record and
then some tv. My weekend is rolling to
an end. I can’t wait to get into my
bed.
Pictures: Chico view from my room, 408; My bill, Clouds in various states of arousal, Cronan Ranch, Heading home from Chico.
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