The roads are flooding here on base and out in town. It makes me think fondly of Virginia Beach, where the roads flooded more often than not. The thing about California floods that I do not like is the smell. My god, the smell. NAS Lemoore is surrounded by cow farms, and when it rains, the smell is nearly unbearable. Think rotten eggs and feces, which are bad enough on their own, but combined... Well, no wonder so many of the people here are knuckle-dragging mouth-breathers. Jason reminded me last night that we only have two more years here until we can negotiate for orders somewhere else, and I can say with some certainty that we'd happily go anywhere else (except Massachusetts). It's supposed to be rainy again tomorrow, and windy to boot. So the feces-egg soup will seep into my house if I so much as look at a window or door.
Meanwhile, my dear sister is cooling her heels up in the equally rainy San Francisco for a business trip. I'll be heading up there on Friday to invade her hotel room, but Internet isn't free there so you might never hear about it.
You can hear more about my trip last Friday, though, now that I'm not being so emo. Jason had to go to Morro Bay because he was volunteering to be a creek sampler for the Morro Bay National Estuary Program. What that really means is that he got to wear big rubber wading boots and carry around a clipboard for two hours while nerds told him numbers to write down. It'll make him look better come Navy evaluation time, so he was happy to give up a few hours of his precious Friday, and I was happy to go along for the ride.
Once he was done being clipboard man, he fetched me from the coffee shop over which I was presiding, and we traipsed about Morro Bay on foot, finding things like yard lions, weird old cars, and sleeping shop cats. I am a fan of all three. Behold:
We stopped at a vegetarian café/health food store that Jason (aka best husband ever) had pre-scouted for a late lunch. I probably stared at the menu board for 10 minutes before I finally made up my mind. I'm not used to having options! I also spent just a few minutes (you know, like 45) perusing the shelves, making googly eyes at all of the health food store goodies that little old Lemoore has never heard of. I ended up buying two gallons of nutritional yeast, some of which I turned into a wicked vegan cheeseburger macaroni at home over the weekend. Yum.In other news, Fatty Fat is in full effect. I am currently matching my highest weight ever. Yay for me.
As long as I lose some of it in time for my sister's wedding in June 2011, I'll be fine.
Until then? Sweatpants.
4 comments:
Heidi, I found your blog through Cary's and I have to say, you captured the smell of Lemoore quite well; I escaped from there myself just over a year ago. We used to go to Morro Bay all the time to catch a break. Hopefully at least after the rain stops you'll get a good view of the Sierras.
Mmmm, that sounds like a lovely aroma and one befitting of the "mouthbreathing knuckle-draggers" who live there! Ha ha!!
Dude, if I could wear nothing but sweatpants for the rest of my sad little life, I would. Do it for Johnny!
Fun times! I love these posts! Gives me hope for our life in the Navy!
I've never had a lot of success with nutritional yeast. Makes me sad, as your macaroni looks delectable.
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