The Furious Spinner

A cold east wind is shaking the house. Just called a friend to tell her we had a bunch of food for her. Mario wanted to put most of it on our compost pile; I was horrified (OK, perhaps horrified is a bit extreme). He came around to my way of thinking, however. We pay a lot of money for our food. I want someone to benefit from it. We packed. Prepared food for the next three days. Packed our on-the-road kitchen. It is almost 9:00 p.m. That's when we're going to try to sleep since we're getting up at 5:30 a.m. so we can be on the road by 7:00 a.m. Let's hope there's no ice on the road. The big challenge will be first to get out of the Gorge safely. Then next, it'll be getting over the Siskiyou Summit. If we can get over it by mid-afternoon we should be all right. It's over 4,000 feet in elevation. I'm hoping for no freezing rain. You can't do anything in freezing rain. If we have to, we'll stay overnight in Ashland.

Yes, I am nervous. Remember last year we were in a car accident. Ah well. Gotta be in the now. That's one of the books on tape we're taking, by the way. The Power of Now (one of my friends swears by it, so I'll listen), Adams vs. Jefferson by John Ferling, and Beach Music by Pat Conroy.

Wish us luck. Actually, let me be specific: wish us good luck if you would.

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