The first time I made lasagna it took me a week (not really). I was so tired of pasta and over homemade sauce that by the time I served dinner that night I could not eat it. I am having a similar experience with this blog. Loyal readers, you know that I do nothing but think on the back of the bike. A lot of the thinking the past couple of days has been about what to write in the blog. All day long I crack myself up. Boy, am I funny. Then we get to our destination and I am so done with myself. I am lasagna. I sit down to type, like now, and I want nothing to do with all of the things I thought were such high comedy earlier today. Like "roid noise" for example. Well, the show must go on.
We left Carol's house this morning and headed for Crater Lake. I will have more to say about the lake in a minute, but first I need to talk about lunch, which is the other thing I think about on the back of the bike....food. George and I decided to eat at the Crater Lake Gift and Eat Place and he ordered an Italian Stallion or Sub thing and I had a bowl of vegetable soup. All was well until a young man stepped, I believe unknowingly, on a mayonnaise packet causing it to explode. Oh, the accusatory eyes on the back of him as he walked away. Even the young cute gal who helped us gave his back a sneer. I recognized those judgemental looks because they had all been upon me minutes before. I wanted to scream out that I had HELMET HEAD and I knew that my hair was thin and my scalp showed. Whatever. Anyway, the point of this story, I was going to say wasn't about me, but I forgot it is. So, this bad biker chick got up and got napkins and cleaned the floor. Then she told Mr. Cash Register Man that someone might fall on the part of the residue she (me) was unable to get up and I did not have a mop and bucket. What was I thinking? Am I never going to stop being someones mom? I had leathers on for goodness sakes. Anyway, after lunch George and I entered the Giftshop and purchased tacky and overpriced crap for a few unlucky people (friends/family) that would fit on the bike. More about that. The only thing that is expanding on that bike...is us. So here is a perfect example of a gift. One of our first stops was is the town of Weed. George's dad, Eldon, grew up there and his dad owned the local mercantile. So we drove into Weed to see the still thriving Weed Mercantile and take the appropriate pictures that will be added to the blog once we figure out how. Then, I went inside and purchased a bookmark. The perfect gift. It fits in the bike, the recipient gets a souvenir of our trip, and it is useful. Okay, now you all know that someone will get a "Welcome to Weed 2009" bookmark, but I won't divulge the design. Sam and Sandy you don't read so you are safe. Postcards are another great gift!
Crater Lake- Absolutely amazing. It is the deepest lake in the United States. The blue is a color that almost indescribable. For those of you who are not aware Crater Lake was created from a volcano. It is still very pure as the only boats allowed on it are a few tour boats. It should be renamed. Perhaps Drop of Pure Blue Lake. Anyway, we loved it. From there we took off for Bend. I am writing this at a lovely Holiday Inn Express. The very nice desk clerk, Joe, liked me and upgraded us to a king suite! I guess my helmet head didn't bother him.
I forgot something from yesterday. During the ride I wrote a little ode to my dinner buddies.
This is to Thursday night:
sitting in the park
light fading
smoke rising in the dark
someone is laughing
what would I do
without all of you?
Peace to you all. Off to eat nachos and no vegetables. Jenson
We left Carol's house this morning and headed for Crater Lake. I will have more to say about the lake in a minute, but first I need to talk about lunch, which is the other thing I think about on the back of the bike....food. George and I decided to eat at the Crater Lake Gift and Eat Place and he ordered an Italian Stallion or Sub thing and I had a bowl of vegetable soup. All was well until a young man stepped, I believe unknowingly, on a mayonnaise packet causing it to explode. Oh, the accusatory eyes on the back of him as he walked away. Even the young cute gal who helped us gave his back a sneer. I recognized those judgemental looks because they had all been upon me minutes before. I wanted to scream out that I had HELMET HEAD and I knew that my hair was thin and my scalp showed. Whatever. Anyway, the point of this story, I was going to say wasn't about me, but I forgot it is. So, this bad biker chick got up and got napkins and cleaned the floor. Then she told Mr. Cash Register Man that someone might fall on the part of the residue she (me) was unable to get up and I did not have a mop and bucket. What was I thinking? Am I never going to stop being someones mom? I had leathers on for goodness sakes. Anyway, after lunch George and I entered the Giftshop and purchased tacky and overpriced crap for a few unlucky people (friends/family) that would fit on the bike. More about that. The only thing that is expanding on that bike...is us. So here is a perfect example of a gift. One of our first stops was is the town of Weed. George's dad, Eldon, grew up there and his dad owned the local mercantile. So we drove into Weed to see the still thriving Weed Mercantile and take the appropriate pictures that will be added to the blog once we figure out how. Then, I went inside and purchased a bookmark. The perfect gift. It fits in the bike, the recipient gets a souvenir of our trip, and it is useful. Okay, now you all know that someone will get a "Welcome to Weed 2009" bookmark, but I won't divulge the design. Sam and Sandy you don't read so you are safe. Postcards are another great gift!
Crater Lake- Absolutely amazing. It is the deepest lake in the United States. The blue is a color that almost indescribable. For those of you who are not aware Crater Lake was created from a volcano. It is still very pure as the only boats allowed on it are a few tour boats. It should be renamed. Perhaps Drop of Pure Blue Lake. Anyway, we loved it. From there we took off for Bend. I am writing this at a lovely Holiday Inn Express. The very nice desk clerk, Joe, liked me and upgraded us to a king suite! I guess my helmet head didn't bother him.
I forgot something from yesterday. During the ride I wrote a little ode to my dinner buddies.
This is to Thursday night:
sitting in the park
light fading
smoke rising in the dark
someone is laughing
what would I do
without all of you?
Peace to you all. Off to eat nachos and no vegetables. Jenson
I always find you entertaining and can't believe you cleaned the floor in a restaurant. I am worried because I do read. We are saving the blog as evidence that you intend to take further vacations. LLamas?????
ReplyDeleteFrances
Is it weird that when I started reading this post all the sudden I got a hankering for lasagne? Yeah, well it's not even 10am, so in my opinion that is weird. Sounds like you're having a fun time. You know everytime I visit my Grandparents I stay at one of those Holiday Inn Expresses and have to say I really like them. Hope you enjoyed a little R&R before hitting the road. Ahh I digress. Miss ya and can't wait till your next post!
ReplyDeletexoxo Rosemary
Ok, so after our conversation I went back on to the site, maybe I was just tired.... now I see the comments. George says tomorrow you will be on the road sooner than today - guess you are just getting your "motorcycle legs" wet and you will get into the routine of up and over that seat early so you can get off it before the sun sets. Wish we were with you, ride safe and keep the shiny side up! N&S
ReplyDeleteyou have me laughin' out loud, and that is good...keep it comin'....you're the best! we love you guys, NandM
ReplyDeleteI was already smiling but your poem made me laugh out loud.
ReplyDeleteYou should go to Safari West when you get home. It's just like being on a real safari except you get to go wine tasting afterwards. I would definitely go with you!