Getting there in style!

Imagine soaring down the highway toward California, perfect sunny weather, cool wind and hot sun, in a Mazda Miata sportscar the color of lapis lazuli. Now imagine the car being driven by Jeremy, dashing Canadian with a brilliant sense of humor and that adorable way of pronouncing the ou diphthong, and imagine it's May 1st, the air smelling of fresh spring grass, the trees in every imaginable color of new green and the almost-black of old evergreens.  Now imagine all of that and coming around a bend in the road to see Mt. Shasta rising out of the green hills in front of the car, a few cattle and a couple of llamas off to one side, and a carpet of blue wildflowers on the other.

Then we get to the cottage in Ashland just in time to unpack before Bob arrives, having driven up from San Francisco, and we all jump around and hug and kiss and whoop. We find that only about 30 feet from our cottage door we have a deck overhanging a creek which will be a smashing place to have breakfast and hang out. Bob arrives with the information that we're going to see four fabulous plays in four days , and they have arranged to get a piano studio for Thursday afternoon so they can each play me something beautiful on the piano--a private concert just for me.

Noel Coward, eat your heart out baby. I am one happy girl.