Almost exactly one week ago, on Saturday, we drove to San Luis Obispo to visit son for the day.
Saw Hearst Castle and ate at fab Japanese restaurant before dropping son and his good friend Nick off at the Cal Poly campus and driving the three hours back in darkness, listening to my Yo-Yo Ma CDs.
Then, the week turned busy busy busy. Was tired.
Going to the City tomorrow (if all goes as planned, if I can even manage to squeeze myself INTO Bayanihan Center) to attend book launch and cooking demonstration by fab chefs Amy Besa and Romy Dorotan, here from New York to promote their cookbook, Memories of Philippine Kitchens.
Weather gorgeous today, spent a little time in backyard, assessing damage of winter: two fuschias, big camellia dead. One geranium (Evka) dead. Roses, clematis, aucuba, fatsia, iberis sempervirens, azalea, camellia sasanqua vigorous. It felt a bit like spring.
Last weekend, weather was gorgeous, too. We took 101 and hubby drove all the way, so I had lots of time to look around and relish familiar sights: the Garlic Shoppe near Gilroy, the cherry trees in bloom, the black cows grazing on the green hills. We passed Watsonville and then the turn-off to San Juan Bautista, which we used to visit quite often, long long ago in another life. We listened to an old Art Garfunkel CD, “Watermark” (Why don’t you put on your Saturday shoes and let’s fly awaaaay …).
Saw an arm emerge briefly from the car directly in front of us, dump out a bottle. This is something I only see maybe once a year.
We passed a big red barn with the words FLEA MARKET and DISNEYANA painted on the sides, and Art was singing about What a wonderful wonderful world this would be …
We passed Salinas and signs for the Downtown and the National Steinbeck Center, and I remembered that Harold Augenbraum, who did the Penguin translation of the Noli, told me he comes here every August; he is a big Steinbeck fan.
Then we passed the signs for the Monterey Peninsula and Exit # 317 for Chualar. And then we passed Soledad and Wild Horse Road. Before we knew it, we were sailing into San Luis Obispo and meeting son at a park just outside the Cal Poly campus, where he’d gone to read while waiting for us.
We went to Avila Beach, to Fat Cat’s Cafe, and the music there was so retro: Olivia Newton-John in Grease, the Bread singing Guitar Man. Also Rod Stewart growling Do ya want my body/ Do ya think I’m sexy … and Carole King warbling Stayed in bed all morning just to pass the time … (I was thirteen when I bought my first record album, Carole King’s Tapestry.). Also, at some point, we heard the “I Will Survive” song and neither hubby nor I could remember whether it was by Donna Summer or Gloria Gaynor.
After brunch, when we were driving to Hearst Castle, son plugged in his iPod and then we heard a whole string of what I think they call “alternative” rock: Rob Thomas singing “Unwell”; the All-American Rejects singing “It Ends Tonight”; Less Than Jake singing “The Science of Selling Yourself Short”.
By the time we passed Morro Bay and the Rock, we were deep into Anberlin (“Time and Confusion”; “A Day Late”) and American Hi-Fi (“Flavor of the Week”).
When we passed Cayucos we were listening to Bleed the Dream’s “Sarcastic Farewell” and “A Smile for Judas.”
Passing Cambria we were listening to House of Heroes’ “Mercedes Baby.”
Passing signs for Moonstone Beach Drive, we were listening to Hawk Nelson’s “Head-On Collision.”
When son left for college, he bequeathed to me all his old CDs: The Barenaked Ladies, Green Day. Also the Red Hot Chili Peppers and Blink 182 — what ever happened to them? I’d lost touch with what he was listening to now, it was nice to find out.
On the way back from Hearst Castle, son and Nick sang to The Fray’s “How To Save a Life.”
There. A whole record of the day, the time, the weather, and what we did.