21 September 1997 (sunny and hot; foggy and cold [beach]; mileage = 1.2
[few]; Healdsburg) -- X - I woke up before the dog-barking ritual this
morning. I was pleased at how well the tarp-over-bike concept worked = no
dew on the important stuff. I rolled all that up and then went inside to
watch and participate a bit in a Robert/Heidi debate. Then I went by bike
to Payless and bought some film. I was surprised that there were no small
notebooks. Next I went to El Sombrero and got a burrito. I went back to the
house to eat it. Then I got ready to go to the beach. Next I endured a
HORRIBLE ride in the car. I felt like I was watching a video in fast
forward. I got quite noxious (filled with nausea). We stopped at a cafe on
Daniel's direction for coffee, but I was way too queasy. There was a blues
band there which I could have gladly listened to instead of "The Beach."
Then onto the beach. We saw so many cyclists and I felt so horrible to be
in the car. We went to the beach and sat there in the cold fog. Sasha was
running around making me nervous, but she didn't attack any other dogs. We
finally got through "The Beach" and I endured the wretched drive back. I
was able to keep my mind off of the ride by arguing with Heidi (topic -
technology). Back at the house, I made myself fried potatoes in an awkward
do-my-own-thing-at-mealtime kind of fashion. Then I cleaned up the bedroom
with my stuff -- really thoroughly; it was a mess and all my stuff was,
too. Then I helped Robert with his circle translation problem. THEN I
organized my stuff. I've done pretty well for tonight. I wrote a card to
April and I'll walk down to the mailbox before setting up the fort and
sleeping.
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