Sandra and I went to the Rivercats game on Sunday. We got there a bit late and had planned on eating expensive hot dogs at the game. We set situated in center field with our lawn chairs and I go to buy a hat and food. The three dogs and stuff cost $21. The large soda is $5.75! What a racket. (at least at Raley Field you can bring in bottled water. So, I froze three big bottles and we had enough to last the game) I like mustard on my dogs. I could have sworn that Sandra likes ketchup on hers. I guess I was mistaken as she mentioned that the She Devil and the Ingrate are the ones who like ketchup. (that's Wife 1.0 and 1.5 for those of you without a scorecard) Sandra then asked me if I had forgotten which wife I was with as she likes mustard on her dog. She ate her ketchup dog but had to bust my balls, just a little bit. I almost called Sandra from the condiment stand to double check, I guess I should have.
“If you talk to God, you are praying. If God talks to you, you have schizophrenia.”
-- Thomas Szasz (Internet sources)
I seem to recall Mark asking the She Devil exactly how God spoke to her. He was rather insistant on getting an answer out of her. (nothing I hadn't tried to do) Her reasoning was that "God laid it on my heart." Yeah, whatever that means.
I don't think our President is doing the right thing in Cuba. We shouldn't be mamby-pambying around with the Cubans. We should invade now.
No, not with our military. We tried that silliness once. Our invading army should be led by Ronald Mc Donald and Circus Circus. Let's invade with business and dollars. And cars. Think how unlimited American tourism would help the average Cuban. This is how real change would occur in Cuba. I'm for full diplomatic relations with Cuba now. With no travel restrictions. Now. C'mon Mr President, go for it all now.
Lo and behold, the Rio Vista library has public wifi. So, I'm caught up on the pics. I got my favorite spot at Sandy Beach, site 3. Its not far from the bathrooms and has a lot of trees for shade. I wish they had sewer hookups but $25 a night for water and power isn't too bad on the budget. I'll be here for 8 more days. I have an errand to run in Walnut Creek tomorrow, and am meeting Mark and Larry at the Wednesday day game in Stockton to watch the Ports. Sandra may come out for a day or two next weekend. There's baseball in Stockton and Sacramento next weekend so if she does we'll have something nice to do.
The grandbabies spent the night last Saturday and here I am reading them a book. Of course I don't always read it the same way every time. The grandbabies are adorable and it was good to spend some time with them.
We took off SH-1 in Tomales and rode through the farmland of Marin County. To the west of the ridgeline (and US-101) is almost all dairy and other ag operations. We weren't in a big hurry, which was good, as we saw the CHP running radar along one of the rural roads. We got onto US-101 to SH-37 and rode to I-680 in Benicia. There's a turnout at Lake Herman Rd and we stopped here for our final stop. You can see in the top pic that we had a various types of bikes on this ride. Ray V rode a sportbike, his dad Bob V rode a harley. Ken V rode a sports tourer in the Concouous and my dad rode a big standard in the Triumph. And, I rode the trusy scooter. This collection of bikes to ride supports my belief that it doesn't matter what you ride, just that you do ride.
We stopped at the only gas station around, still in Pt Reyes Station. The car in front and the red car to the left are Alfa Romeo's. I've not seen a car where you needed to pop the trunk to gas up. These two must have been the trip leaders, as we saw at least 25 classic Alfa's between Pt Reyes Station and Tomales. The yellow car to the right is a newer Corvette. There were two of these getting gas at the same time we all were.
This blog is for me (Joe) to keep in contact with my friends and family who I don't see too much of because I work nights. If you're wandering by checking out the blog from the Internet, well, you're welcome too, I'm 50 years old and live in California. I'm married with two bonus daughters and three grandchildren. I write about sports, scooters, vacations in the RV, my atheism, funny pictures, and pretty much anything else I can think of. I welcome all opposing views as long as you can keep it civil, my mom does come by on occasion. And, as always, the true focus of my life is my marriage to Sandra and fulfilling The Plan. Though the blog is in the top 5.