Chillaxing

I had to go to the Urban Dictionary for today’s WOTD.  But there it was nevertheless.  “Chillaxing: a state of ultimate chill and relaxation.”

 

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It is literally chilly in Sacramento today – also soggy.  I am camped out with Ben here at 392 Midstream for the Thanksgiving weekend. Accuweather says “43” and I can believe it.  I walked to not one but two convenience stores this morning.  Both places are run by Sikhs in turbans. Neither of them had the half-and-half I craved for my morning coffee.  Turns out, much as I hate to admit it, I broke down and hustled over to Westside Identity Coffees for a $4 cup of their inferior brew.  Ah well.  Into every life a little rain must fall.

Speaking of rain, we just had our first big one of the season here. I knocked off work at noon in L.A. yesterday and drove up I-5.  At 6 hours it was my quickest trip ever through the Central Valley.  With everyone-and-their-brother fleeing town, forecasters were calling for fresh snow on the Tejon Pass and traffic Armageddon on the roads. But temps stayed in the 40’s. All the sky managed to do was an intermittent spritz. There was a bad accident near Stockton that slowed things down.  But by that point the treacherous terrain of the Coast Range was far behind, way back on the butt end of the Valley by Bakersfield.  So I drove on largely unperturbed in my 20-year-old Chrysler 300 (thanks, Denny!) chillaxing to strains of Sheryl Crow and the Allman Brothers Band.  I know – totally old school – right? Ah well – I yam what I yam.

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Speaking of resigned to fate, the WAVE cable guys are coming tomorrow to hook up a TV box.  So from now on Airbnb guests won’t have THAT to complain about any more.  Actually, joke’s on them, ’cause I raised prices to cover the subscription cost.  Now they’ll pay more, but all they’ll have to show for it is 114-channels-worth of nuthin’-worth-watching.  <HA!  TAKE THAT!>  Actually this place is booked solid through the 1st of March, so if yer planning to visit, better make a reservation quick. Otherwise you’ll end up out in the rain with the rest of Sacramento’s homeless population. But don’t get me started on THAT sad story.

At the opposite end of the socioeconomic spectrum, we’re booked this afternoon for dinner at the Sutter Club with the in-laws (thanks, Denny!).   I can say from experience that the head chef there is without peer.  Whether it’s Easter, Thanksgiving, or just a random Friday in February, you won’t go away hungry. Still, we’ve also got our own turkey thawing in the sink, and all the ingredients for green bean casserole ready to roll. Maybe tomorrow? After a nice long levee walk?  Hey, there are worse fates.

 

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I think I saw the sun just peek its nose out. Imagine that.  Sunshine in Cali.  Whodathunkit? Must be time for a levee walk. Beats watching TV.

 

 

Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!