It's chilly in Cakron

In the fall and spring I fall into this self inflicted false belief that because it's warm in Atlanta it should be warm everywhere else. As I have said, this is a false belief. It is warm in Atlanta, and I nearly froze to death here in Ohio. That may be a slight exaggeration, but I did miss my scarf and pants.

The same thing happened last weekend in California. Another self inflicted false belief I have is that California is warm. I will have to say, though, that this belief is more a product of my environment and less naivete. It's a coastal state, and in my experience, being on the coast automatically indicates warmth. Oh, California, how you have shattered all my preconceived weather notions. I packed dresses and skirts and found myself in low 50 degree weather. One day I'll learn.

I went to Fado last night with Jamie and Jonathan for some beer, quality friend time, and because they advertised Irish music. It turned out to be a random group of people sitting around a table, drinking Guinness, and playing Irish tunes on their fiddles, flutes, mandolins, and guitars. I went over to ask what the schedule was and how one becomes a part of such a gathering and they put a violin in my hands. I felt like I imagine most men feel when a small human is thrust into their hands. But after a few minutes I found some songs I could play and it was fun. I do need to cut my nail, since it's impossible to play a violin with long nails. And mine show that I haven't played in a long, long time.

Tomorrow it's off to somewhere in middle America. I love three day trips. The first day is the first day so it's good. The second day is the day before you go home. And the last day is the freedom day. That's what I'll be doing all next month. Life is good.