When I awoke this morning, it was quite early and I was
devastated. Another day of work. THEN I REASALIZED IT WAS SATURDAY!! Soooo nice.
Yet I still struggled to get back to sleep and finally dozed a bit until
just after eight. I am not quite sure
what I did, but when I finally left to head up to Chico it was almost 11 and I really wanted to go to Chico Certified
Farmer’s Market and check out Kristi’s California SoulShine stand. We’ve been Instagram friends for about 2
years yet today was our first face-to-face meeting. She is such a beautiful soul and so very talented! Her pottery is intricately gorgeous and
the jewelry is stunning. I bought a
leather wrist cuff. I should have purchased something for my
mom or my mother-in-law(ex). I got a call from athe mother of one of
Maggie’sd friends. Seems my girl has her
favorite shirt and then denied having
it when the girl saw her wearing it on an Instagram picture. Oh, Maggie.
Absolutely not. I called dad
riught away and got the ball rolling.
Within a couple of hours I received a text from Maggie ”I apologized to
___ and she forgave me. Can you please
not yell at me?” <smile> I don’t yell at my kids, but my words seem to
be heard rather loudly. I like that. .JPG)
Let’s just be honest:
I KNEW I was going to Chico on
a day in May, yet I still wore jeans,
socks, tennis shows and a black shirt.
WHO is the idiot here <raises hand>?? I found the area for the Wildflower fest
quite easily, it was in an orchard surrounded by old barns and happy
people. The first group I spotted were
Samantha, Tony, Lindsay, Eric, and Jeff Miller.
Joette appeared shortly thereafter in a different area, as did Brian
Fredson, Marisol, Missy, Jeff, Shala, etc. It
is so terrific reuniting with like-minded people who I saw Zak and Owen, then
Shannon – WOW!! She looks
terrific!! Saw JQ eventually and his
crew as I cruised around and spoke with different people…in my hot jeans..with
my poor sweaty toes.
Jeff and I spent a lot of time talking about VWs. He has a bus, too, a few years older than
mine and we talked “shop” for a good while. It was so rad, sitting under a tree
in an orchard in Chicp, listening to great bands, talking about cars. Soon it was just about time for the Hips to
start. I saw Scott and went over to talk to him, hesitating. This struck me as odd, for some reason today. I’m always afraid of going where I shouldn’t and
being scolded. Why? I hold back far too
much and it needs to stop.
The show was great, as was the company, but soon it was time
to head home. Darkness soon fell as I
listened to My Morning Jacket. I have a
date with Joette to see them in the fall so I need to become obsessed with
them. I was on the 50, heading to Windo
for some late night shopping when I noticed a guy doing odd things with his
headlights. What the hell, you freaky
dude in a rad Kia. WHY do you need to
make all those ridiculous hi-beam changes?
AND WHY ARE YOU PULLING NEXT TO ME, YOU FREAK OF NATURE?!?! I hate guys who think they are so awesome. I looked at him as he pulled next to me. I had surreptitiously flipped him off before
he got right next to me, but then he dropped back and out of the way. Good!
Weirdo. <It was here where I,
for dsome strange reason out my fingers on my head lights and…noticed that only
my driving lights were on. THE GUY WAS TRYING TO WARN ME!!! Ohhhhhhhh gawwwdddd…. WHY am I such a MESS??? Such an ego, thinking a guy sees me car and
naturally he wants me. Oh, lordy. I felt a lot of shame, but after about 10
minutes he pulled ahead of me and I waved and then flashed my brights quickly,
so hopefully he realized I was thanking him.
Got shopping down and headed home to start brewing a
kombucha mixture and ate some eggrolls.
This paleo thing is going to be hardest at night. I’m thinking maybe I should just go to bed at 4 pm every day. Sounds like a great plan to me! Tomorrow for Mother's Day, the Whole Earth Festival in Davis OR
Tahoe. It was a great day and I’m
looking forward to Hipnic.
Pictures: The Wildflower Festival in Chico, benefiting schools; The Mother Hips. Pacific Dust - partial.
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