Anne started school yesterday, the day after her marathon turn as an election official. The students don’t begin until next week, so these are rather halcyon days. The first day’s schedule was filled with team building exercises, training workshops and lunch, let’s not forget about lunch or second breakfast either. If only this situation could endure, but those pesky kids, if not always demanding an education, at least needing one, will soon arrive.
As promised, I have been bicycling every day that I can. My legs are beginning to remember their cadence. I still need to ride many more miles, if I am going to be ready for Bike MS next month, but I should be able to get them in in time.
Thistle is a widely distributed plant of the daisy family that has a prickly stem, leaves, rounded heads and in this case red flowers. I love the spent spider web strung between its needles. This particular flower is down the road from my father’s place. We flew through Salt Lake to San Jose. Do you know the way? Then we drove to Monterey, leaving the sun-baked brown hills around San Jose for the still quite green ones, for California in late May. We are back here so soon again to celebrate my Dad’s 90th birthday. I think that he is worried that we might make him dance at his party, but I’m sure that it will be a rather low-key affair and nothing to fear. It will probably amount to nothing more than just dinner and dessert. Anne is our scoot lass and the thistle is in her honor.