go west old woman

In a couple of days Mr Sax and i will be headed off to california. this is not planned to be a 'fun' visit; rather we are going to see his mother who is seriously ill. the trip could be, in fact, quite the bummer. still i am feeling a little excited about returning to california, a state (and state of mind) that i love.

i would like to say that we will visit big sur, stroll down the boardwalk in santa cruz, eat sour dough bread and order from the raw bar in sausalito and check out what's new and happenin' in the castro. northern california is not my fave part of the state although it beats the hell out of the real north north where bikers reign and people marry their cousins. get up there around oregon but before you hit the state line and you'd be surprised to meet the natives. they're never the kind of californians who are depicted on tv. on the other hand, the type A monsters who populate the silicon (that's silicon as in computer chip, not 'silicone' as in boob job, implants, or former boob job implants before everyone went for saline. Los Altos is high pressure congested and pretty ugly. Still, i want to go even if what i wind up dealing with vis a vis my mother in law is mostly sadness and despair but hey life is short and i'm getting old so while i'm on the west coast i'm going to make the best of it.