the Lurgy returns, Levon Helm, and off to the Mendocino Coast

• Have been bathing in a pool of my own sweat. Got struck down with the Lurgy that everyone in town has/has had. It is running its course. The sweating is only intermittent now.
  
• Off to Mendocino tomorrow afternoon to go camping with friends from Matty's UC Davis days. Erin will be there! She is game to be my bad girl in crime and to sneak off to the North Coast microbrewery for a pint. Erin has always been so good to Matty and me.
  
• We are picking up a 10x10 Kodiak Canvas tent. I'd bought a cheaper one made of nylon, but decided that with my advancing bad hips, more forays in car camping, and the possibility of more New Zealand bands visiting, I'd better not cheap out. So, I bought a good tent that will last a very long time. Luckily, returning the nylon tent, still unopened in its box, will be a piece of piss.
  
• Saw Scorcese's "The Last Waltz," and Levon Helm ("He can drum, he can sing!") moved me. Somebody once called him the only drummer who could make you cry.
  
• My dear Mutton Birds' English penpal of many years, Spence, finally got to meet Don McGlashan the other day. He and fellow longtime birder Dave were lucky enough to catch Don McG do an impromptu set in Sherwood Forest before the Crowded House show. McG is touring as a member of the CH band. Spence and Dave also got the chance to do an interview w/ McG after the show. I was thrilled for them. They have worked so hard over the years to foster folks' interest in the band and to archive all that is available. Roger King was a star to arrange the tickets, passes, and meeting. Don McG seemed to indicate that there will be a U.S. West Coast tour in the not too distant future. I have cast my lines out for the Wellington International Ukulele Orchestra, Don McG, and the Phoenix Foundation (folks here still ask after them often). Fingers crossed that I'll know how to set my lines if and when the time comes.
  

Exactly 10 years ago today

We were rather newly engaged, frying our thinner backsides snorkeling hours each day in the Perhentian Islands in Malaysia. Matt was on his way to a massive sinus infection from all the biofecal matter from D-Lagoon taking up residence in his nose. I was still a BBC World Service shortwave freak. We'd just learned about roti canai.

Summer is here

We have a keg of Hoegaarden on tap. Good thing, too, it's getting to be near 100 degrees daily.
We're going to the State High School Championship Rodeo tonight.
Karen plied me with glass after glass of Black Chook Sparkling Shiraz last night. I came home and watched endless clips of Cyd Charisse dancing on Youtube. I had a wee cry in honor of her otherworldly ability and looks.

A toast of health and happiness to all the couples

getting married in California this summer.

Now, if we can just find Tyler the man of his dreams....

Skived yesterday afternoon to go on a hike w/ Matty and Marsha

We went to Little Egypt. The cacti were blooming, and the sun was out. I was having my doubts about hiking - nothing a few ibuprofin couldn't fix. The unoperated hip *is* starting to go, though.

dodgy rickety bridge

Prickly pear

the Sierras

Yay for Marsha's return

lone tree rock

Mariposa Lily

"If there could be another...."

The boy's first Owens Valley redneck buzzcut. Like father, like son.

A boy being punished

What happens when Wyatt decides that kicking and hitting are alright. In positive news, he is now pretty much potty trained thanks to Miss Katy at daycare and Matty's diligence.

Wait, there's more

The bruise from last week traveled down Matty's leg.

We went to camp

Wyatt had the best time at Fallen Leaf Lake because 6 year old Jesse was there, too.