We made it. I'm posting from my sister-in-law's house in beautiful Arroyo Grande. She's got a computer that makes mine look like a wood-burnin' job.
She is busy at the moment making up care packages to send to our troops overseas. They send her e-mail and snail mail, introducing themselves, and she has developed several pen pals. Do you think it helps that she tells 'em she's eighteen, stacked, and loose? She got onto this at Any Soldier.com and it's a good way to support our troops.
You sure can learn a lot listening to the radio whilst drivin' down I-5 through California's central valley. Here's what I learned:
1. There's more different kinds of Mexican music than you can shake a stick at. I like the kind best with accordions, horns, and gritos.
2. What the wingnuts would like to do to us commie Liberal pinko rat bastids that make up all those nasty lies about the saintly Bush, DeLay, etc.
3. Don't put a bird feeder over the picnic table. I think that was on the same station as No. 2.
You are also reminded that there are always those drivers so focused on themselves that they think they absolutely have the right to go twenty miles an hour faster than everybody else, and that if anybody should impede their progress, that person is in the wrong and must move over. At 75mph in the right hand lane, this is hard to do, so they pass on the right anyway. There's not many of those kind of ying-yangs, thank goodness. Occasionally you get to see them pulled over by a cop or wadded into a little ball, but not often enough, dammit.