Day 35

Day 35

February 21, 2015

Miles:  4565

Friggin BIRDS!!! Yes! I said BIRDS!!! Okay, so if you know me (and I mean personally), you know I'm not a huge fan of the feathered fiends.  If you've known me long, you know why... If you don't know why (or if you do, skip ahead cos I'm telling these poor people), then I'll explain.  Seventh grade (means I was 11-12 years old), my Language Arts teacher, whom I love dearly, wanted her students to be cultured I guess, so she introduced us to Alfred Hitchcock's genius.  As you can probably guess, we watch The Birds.  Now I've never been to into birds, they are loud, smelly and carry diseases.  So you can imagine how my fantastic little brain reinvented my understanding of birds from that point.  I walked home from school that day (and every subsequent day, I believe) carrying my musical instrument case and portable stand as if they were baseball bats ready to beat any bird that came within swinging distance, I don't discriminate, they were ALL going down!  Fast forward to this morning.  We go up to the Visitor's Center and I notice the collection of seabirds on the calm water this morning. I studied MARB, logic tells me a school or five came into the cove area and the birds are feeding, I get it (I'm not completely irrational).  So we go into the Visitor's Center and next to the viewing tide pool tank is a collection of news articles on the wall.  All of them reflecting the summer of 1961 when thousands upon thousands of birds amassed in Aptos, CA covering the bay and the streets and literally everywhere.  Then the articles go on to the story of the great director, Alfred Hitchcock, in town researching the flocked surge for an upcoming film.  THEN the next articles detail Hitchcock's fantasizing the attacks of birds in his new film "The Birds"!!!!

I have a high tolerance for a lot.  I can handle a lot of shit.   This... This I did not handle well.   I have NEVER been so excited to not have stay somewhere again in my entire life!!! I couldn't even handle the suggestion of the connection let alone the actual connection between the fictional story that terrified me as a child and the true reality I was seeing in water in front of me.

Needless to say, we were packed up and moved out within the hour.   

We drove further inland.  We went over "the hill" as SR17 is known as. It was pretty spectacular.  We drove down a mountain side covered in coast redwoods (skinny but super tall). We waved at San Joae for BBaer as we drove by.  By late afternoon, we had made it to Lodi.  And boy did we luck out!!!  This place has a dog park on the property!! Three acres of fenced in running space? The herd was in heaven!

I used the red cabbage and carrots from yesterday's chop up to make lettuce wraps tonight.  They were AWESOME!!

And now, since it is Saturday night and still fairly early, I'm gonna go into town and catch a movie I've been patient (a little too patient probably) to see, "50 Shades of Grey".  Before I get hate mail or ridiculed for promoting seeing this movie, you don't know me.  You do not know my station in life, and you certainly do not know how very dear this project is to my heart, so SOD OFF.  Respectfully.

I'm shutting off my phone now as to not be disrespectful in the theater.  Sleep well everyone.

I love you because you still find time to play and be silly with me.

I miss you simply because.

Goodnight!

Xx