I haven’t written in a few days, as I have been staying at Copco Lake, CA, a remote locale with no electricity, running water, cell phone service, or high speed Internet connection. Ok, we have lights and water, but I haven’t been around a computer in a while.
I love not having cell phone service, because it’s a great excuse to fully immerse myself in the present company and enjoy the people I am conversing with face-to-face. For Christmas Eve dinner, we ate crab with newspaper spread over the table and just made a big ol’ mess. On Christmas Day, we drank a thirty-year-old bottle of wine and I laughed way too loudly. It was fun 🙂
We (Dad, his girlfriend Susan, her son Matt and I) visited the neighbors’ ranch, where more neighbors stopped by and we had a two-deck card game underway. The only way you could be heard is if you yelled at least three times, because someone always missed what you said the first time or two. We played a Fitzgerald specialty called “Oh, Hell” and decided everyone should put in $2 to play, winner take all. We ended up with $21 in the pot. Most of us graduated Chico State.
We finished the night with a game of pool in the basement, eating Jelly Bellies while Casey and I schooled the boys in eight ball. They claimed they were being gentlemen, but didn’t take us up on our offer for a re-match.
At church on Sunday I saw my friend’s new baby, then visited high school and college friends I haven’t seen in a year. Coming home is fun, but I’m exhausted! So many people to visit in such a short amount of time! I’m going to do some braiding with an old cowboy friend, so that will be an enjoyable afternoon of stories largely untainted by facts. I’ll bring my tape recorder and call it a start on my book.
I received plenty of neat presents for Christmas, but the best one was being with the home folks. Corny, I know, but the older I get, the more true it seems. I’m able to go running about the country on my wild crazy adventures because I have so many people who love and support me. I’m a lucky girl.
Mushy stuff aside, now we’re preparing for New Year’s Eve. Around these parts, that means sweeping off the dance floor, tuning Smokey’s guitar, and gathering enough wood for a sweet bonfire. If you’re not otherwise engaged, head on over to Eastside Road for the best (if not only) party in Scott Valley!