This year’s Academy Award winner for Best Foreign Language Film is now
in Santa Barbara. Carol Bornstein and I saw it last evening and both of us found it very
worth the viewing. Click on the image to read more.
I was cruising along on my bicycle heading south down one-way Castillo Street and was approaching Islay (no stop sign for me) when a HUGE, i.e. normal sized, trash truck came into my view slowing for a quick right hand turn directly in front of me.
I was about 100 feet from the truck and, being in defensive rider mode, noticed that my bike and I were totally behind the driver’s large left mirror.
I tried swerving a bit to get visible but I was, of course, closing distance to the truck and continued to be obstructed by the large mirror. So I slowed as he rolled on through the stop sign, turned right, and accelerated on down Castillo.
I easily swerved behind the turning truck and kept on down Castillo too!
I am very glad I realized what was developing as I’m sure if I hadn’t I would have ridden into the turning truck or, worse yet, been run into by it.
Carol Preston and I watched a most wonderful spin on Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, “Lost in Austen”, a 2008 BBC mini-series. In it a 2008 25 year old London woman and passionate P & P reader steps through a yet undiscovered door in her shower and straight into the home of the Bennets in 1800. Too Fun! Like Austen? Watch this!
Carol brought over all the vegees, neighbor Jill provided some
marinated shrooms, and Ashe added the Mahi-Mahi.

Ashe sneaking up on the grill to check on things while Carol awaits with our movie. Lower left: our finished meal all ready to take off the grill.
After our yummy dinner we watched “An Education”.
After 16,000 miles on my much loved, April 2004 purchased, Shimano SH-SD60B bicycling sandals I discovered three weeks ago on the Shimano site that they had reverted to a two strap design, new model SH-SD66. As I did not like the intervening three strap models I went by a local bike store yesterday and found and purchased a pair in my size. Very spiffo, no?

New 6th generation Shimano biking sandals.

Shimano sandals generation six and one.
Ninety nine year old friend Phyllis had to make a trip to the emergency room at Cottage on Tuesday evening. She then stayed Tuesday and Wednesday night in the now termed Medical ICU and is now home and doing well.
Interestingly enough it turned out she was in the exact room I was placed for three days after my heart attack in 2006. So I mentioned during a visit on Wednesday: “I never thought when I met you years ago that we would one day sleep in the same bed”. She responded with her wonderful, hearty laugh.
Aren’t friends The Best?
My wonderful duplex neighbor Jill just hosted a couple from Germany, Frank and Margit. They found her place on a cool web site she had found and registered with called Warm Showers and spent Monday and Tuesday nights with her on their San Francisco to Los Angeles adventure.
Here they are yesterday morning with their unloaded bikes as the three of us are about to start off on a very nice day of exploration as far as Coal Oil Point. Its always special for me to meet cycle tourists and have a chance for a good chat.
Things for bikers to notice:
Last fall at my sister’s suggestion I watched and loved the 1972 BBC series of War and Peace. I then decided to reread the novel. It was so wonderful I immediately turned to Anna Karenina which I found even more enjoyable. In choosing the version/translation of Anna Karenina I was led at Chaucer’s to the husband and wife translator team of Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky as providing the best and most interesting translations of classic Russian literature. I can now only agree and have moved on to their translation of The Brothers Karamazov.
It was a very foggy morning as we road off, Tom for 100 miles, Steve 72, and Ashe 50. The fog cleared around noon and had its own sense of movement through the landscape as contrasted to riding on a clear day.
I was thinking when I read this sign that it was referring to the metal cattle guard behind me but I guess it really was a sign for cattle crossing as Bessy, here, was just a little ways up the road.