January Leftovers

I was at a vintage clothing store and
I am pretty sure this is the same jacket I
was wearing in my bicycle crash in 1993. 

A friend taught me how to take one
frame from a live picture on my phone.

I rewarded myself with a trip to the
Cal Poly farm store. Lots of temptations!

I love this address carving so I thought
I should take a picture of it, just in case.

Getting ready

I love my neighbors!

Tu B'Shevat seder

 

Water

 On Thursday I rode with a friend and took these water pictures.

Above the dam in San Dimas Canyon

Puddingstone Reservoir in Bonelli Park

On Saturday I rode on the back of the tandem on got these water pictures.

If you look carefully you can see the water on the lower left side.

That shiny bit on the bottom is water. Really!

On Friday I rode to campus by myself.

How could I resist?

More Joy

I had so much fun looking through old posts to see what I had written about swimming pools. Sorry to everyone who doesn't like reading about swimming pools because I saw that there were lots of posts about lots of pools. Here's another one!

Don't bring any valuables, Dad said.
I knew I wanted to bring my phone to get a picture,
which is why I was trying to open the lock at the last post.
Guess who got a guest pass without a photo ID?
Dad is a persuasive guy (plus, I was in the system from last time).

I love this pool. I had my fastest high school swims here.
I saw some amazing swims during the DI Men's nationals here.

Lots of the pool records set then still stand.

It was great to swim with Dad, great to swim inside (the smell!),
and great to look up and be able to swim in a straight line.

Today was a treat, too. I had my regular swim with the team,
but couldn't resist another tiny swim because the pool is set up long course!

It is not as easy to swim in a straight
line, but it wasn't a bad view.

Home

Yes, where I live is home and I love going to the library and the grocery store and everywhere else and running into people from different parts of my life here, but I also call where I grew up home. 

I love swimming at the old community pool.

I love running by the little lake near home.
Yes, it was very humid.

It was a treat to be chaperoned to a new-to-me all-purpose
trail by my friend, neighbor, and former math teacher.

I really wasn't going to go to the library book
sale and when I did go I was just going
to look, not actually buy anything.

I sorted my mom's playing card collection.

We escaped the heat by taking an air-conditioned tour of places in my parents' life (where they were married, their first apartment) and drove by my grandmother's house. Not shown - the missing golf course behind the house!

If I could twitch my nose and show up at home for a long weekend every month or two I would definitely do it!

Opening Up

Lots of these signs are popping up. We have yet to eat in a restaurant, inside or outside. 

photo credit Matt Weinberger

This weekend the farmers market opened locally and I may give it a try but this week I went to a local market that has less selection but I was the only one there.

photo credit Susie K.

The place I have gone is the pool. They allow two people per lane as long as the people start and stop at opposite ends. They just opened the showers but for now I cycle home in my suit.

We'll see what else changes as time passes.

April leftovers

Beautiful wisteria

Teen's baking project

Going though college mail

Post-storm mountains

Cute, but maybe not alive?

Definitely alive

Ready for summer

My compost pile has a better green thumb than I do
(although I knew to take off the lid to give it some sunlight).

Pretty parting shot

January tidbits

Visiting labs at Harvey Mudd College

Nice day for a ride

It was slow, except for these last few pieces!

Go Hens!

I learned a bit about the plans for 2020. Fingers crossed it all works out.

What I brought back from Ohio.

Cheering for Sagehens at an away game

Cleveland - something old

Maybe just old -ish.

1901
My high school, remodeled to look like the original building.

1927
The city's summer pool

1928
The William E. Telling Mansion, which is becoming the
Museum of American Porcelain Art. When I was a kid it was a library. 

1980?
From a box of my sister's treasures

Hot pots, pools, and spas

We tried all three!

We didn't see anyone enforcing it, but we did wash before putting on our suits.

photo credit - DAG
Our first swim was at Fontana Laugarvatn, a spa with a cafe.

They had three pools with different temperatures (32-40C) and 

we could get in the lake to cool off before getting back into the warm water.

Our next swim was at the end of a single-lane gravel road.

photo credit AAT
where we could sit in the hot water and look out onto the ocean.

Reykjafjardarlaug 

photo credit AAT

This one had a brief mention in a guide book, but I am not sure we would have found it if there had not been three cars parked there already. There was an honor box for payment and no showers, which might be why the pool was not very clean.

photo credit AAT
Not far from the pool was a very warm (45˚C?) natural hot pot.

photo credit Charles Haynes
It was great to get out of the cold air and into the warm water to have a soak.

The final spot was not visible from the road,

 

but there was definitely a pool

and a hot pot.

If you looked very carefully beyond the hot pot you might have noticed the mountain range on the Snæfellsnes peninsula, including the snow-covered Snæfellsjökull volcano to the west (right-hand side of picture). We crossed the Breiðafjörður and had a stunning view, which was good since it was rainy and very overcast the next day, when we had considered visiting.

We didn't buy many souvenirs but I liked this magnet, the road sign for pools.
Hot pots are usually marked by the same symbol with a thermometer.