the paper-work right, I'd like to think that he safed me tons of money, will see what the word is this year. Now it's time to go back to Costco and pick-up my car with brand-spanking-new tires. I'm biking there now because I need some movement. Riding San Pablo to
Marin Ave, down to the freeway interchage where 80 and 580 split, from there it is a nice bike-path along 580 to Costco. I get there and of corse they have not even started to work on the car, the lady in the morning told me 3 and a half to four hours wait, now it 4 and a half hours later. Good thing is that I prepared for that and so I use this time to write this blog. It's taking these guys for ever, at 6:35 I finally sit in my car again and race off to TraderJoe's to buy stuff for tonight's feast and some goods for the road. Like a case
of 2 buck chuck, no not for the road but for my favorite ladies in New Orleans.
Honda in flight and then with wearing them new tires...
Annelise, Eva and Andreas are over for a farewell-dinner. My plan is to boil some noodles, with that, some white sauce a la see-food, there could be sea-food in it too but not the "real" stuff. In a deep frying pan, fry-up some chopped onions, spices and add the white clam sauce, bought in a glass-jar, couple of cans of tuna, from cans of corse, same with anchovies, through in some capers and a few cocktail-onions, also from a glass-jar and bingo, dinner is ready. Lets sit down and eat, I'm starving. Flint and Stuart joined us too and we made it real festive with fine wine and water for me. Jessica and Indy past-out already, asleep, out, done for today. Pour Indy, he is having a tough time adjusting to his new environment and the 12 and a half hour time-difference from India. During dinner Peter Morfin, the tax-guy, called and informed me about my options. Well no options really, just how much I owe to oncle Sam and how much to him, and if that is okay with me. I was so glad he called, I was wondering on how I could tell him to get it all ready so I can just pick-it up and pay him.
Its like with my credid-card, I forgot to call them to send me a new one and the other day was one in the mail. I tell you, somebody is taking care of me, since I'm not capable of doing so. Now all I have to do tomorrow is go by the tax-guy and take care of that too.
My first farewell dinner...
Dinner was good, everybody was delighted, about what I couldn't tell... but now the real highlight, it's time for the next step. Eva brouhgt a flour-less chocolate cake, also from Trader Joe's, and fresh whipping-cream. Eva added a flower form the garden to Andrea's piece so that he dosn't have to eat a flour-less cake. In the end no movie, but lots of talking and laughing. It's almost midnight and it is time for everybody to go.
Once I go to bed, I have the feeling that tomorrow might not be the day to make it out of town. Too many things to do and not enough time. What else is new!
Here we are looking at our dessert...
Just before I wake-up, by that I mean, I've been tossing and turning but not really awake, I notice that I have a dull headache, not what I need today. I'm all tense and a bit stressed-out, if I'm lucky it might fade away once I start moving. Lets have some tea first, then Stuart offered me some oatmeal he just made, the way he makes it is
eatable to me, so I help myself to a bowl full. One thing the Honda still needs is an wheel alignment, the old tires were pretty worn down on the inside and so that means readjusting the
alignment, that the new poppies don't end-up like that. Buntha told me that and also the tire-guy at Costco. Since Costco took way to long to get the new tires on, I couldn't get it done yesterday. First thing I have to is drop-off the Honda. Back to Joe's again, the guy from yesterday, he never called me back to tell me the prices on tires and all, I guess they don't need the business, lets hope it works better for this part. There is onother guy today, tells me it should be ready by noon, 89.95 is the cost, well the lets get at it.
This time I have the bike with me to do go to the next stop. Peet's down at 4th Street, I have to get some coffee for the road and also as a gift for Karen in Metairie. I still have to call her to ask what else she would like me to bring from the Bay Area.
On my bike I still feel a headache, it got worse a bit and at home I take some Tylanol, later Flint gives me some stuff he brought from India, I take 2 in the hope to cure it, but it seems to stick with me today, I hate it. I went back to Joe's to mpick-up the newly alined
car and go to see Peter Morfin, pay up my dues to him, 330 bucks, then race over to Emeryville to get a large bag of Scooby-food and another bag of litter-stuff, to cover him until I get back from my trip.
After being back home I can't stand it, I'm totally worthless and might as well take a nap, because I can't keep my eyes open any longer. 3 o'clock happens without me today.
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