The test of an adventure is that when you are in the middle of it, you say to yourself, "Oh, now I've got myself into an awful mess; I wish I were sitting quietly at home." And the sign that something is wrong with you is when you sit quietly at home wishing you were out having lots of adventure.-Thornton Wilder
The nice thing about being confused is you get a chance to notice things a lot better than if you knew where you were going.
Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
We are home from our visit in Chico, a three and a half hour drive north of us here in Northern California. The area around Chico is so different from ours here in Sonoma County. It is another whole culture and lifestyle; hard to believe you are in the same state let alone country. The terrain is flatland agriculture and you are always smacked in the face with the inhabitant's political and religious views no matter where you are. I won't comment on that except to say they're strange lot. But my daughter likes it there and she'll make it clear she's not one of them. Whew!
I could go with the chicken but think I'll pass on the bar-b-qued Orland Eagle.
Here I would be reluctant to have someone service my air conditioning whose spelling skills are a bit off.