I've been swamped at work. This season, our schedule is very compressed. This week we're opening one show in one theater, dis-assembling the scenery for another show in a different space, and frantically trying to finish up work on a third show. Everyone is very stressed out, because there's so much to get done.
The entire shop has been putting in long hours, and we all worked on Saturday.
On Sunday, Robb and I decided to try a change of pace with the cycling. We rode out to where we thought the Iron Horse Trail went through Walnut Creek, but got on the wrong path. After riding in the bike lane through wildly affluent suburbs, and being yelled at not once but twice, we turned back in disgust.
I really thought I had mis-heard the first man who yelled "Get off the road" until the guy with the SUV drove past and shouted "Buy a car!" at me through his on-board speaker system. I was flabbergasted. This gentleman actually spent money installing a microphone in his car, so he could broadcast his opinions at his fellow man.
There wasn't much to see along this route. Gated mansions and road kill.
We finally found the Iron Horse Trail, and though neither Robb nor I were feeling very spry, we rode on it for a little while. We heard western scrub jays calling, but saw very little "real" nature.
We saw a very strange sculpture installation behind a huge home alongside the trail. Mostly, it represented some fantasy of old west farm life, but there were also sculptures of chimps in wheelbarrows, cartoony sheep and zebras. And these rather weather-beaten buzzards.
Someone else had installed chainsaw bears alongside the trail.
And on the way home, we passed the Lafayette Crosses, each one of which represents an American who has died in Iraq since the start of George W. Bush's war.