Fish Out of Water

Musings and observations about life from an East Coast native now living on the Left Coast in the California State Capitol since 2004. This fish has made her home in Madison, WI (7 years); Portland, OR (2 years); Las Vegas, NV (7 months); Middlebury, VT (3 summers); Marne-la-Vallee, a small town east of Paris, France (6 months); Middletown, CT (3 years); and Marshfield, MA, the fish's coastal hometown 40 miles south of Boston (17 years).

Location: Sacramento, California, United States


"Official" Race Photos

Check out the photos under Race Events for two new pix from the "official" Race for the Arts photographers.


Our Very Own Pool

Click on Home Improvement or the link by the same name under the Photos category (look to the left) for some fun pix of our new POOL!!!

Also, did anyone else out there know that a box of coffee from Noah's fits quite neatly into the storage seat of a Honda Metropolitan scooter? Well, now you do. Most convenient, I must say.


Race for the Arts @ Crocker Park

Check out my Race Events link for some recent photos of the 5K Race for the Arts at Crocker Park.

I'm so in awe of my friend, S, from PP - this was her first ever race event and her first time running outside (pavement, wind, hills), and she totally rocked the course! She started running and working out on a regular basis about 3 months ago and has been incredibly dedicated and disciplined. It was so great to run with a "newbie" and be able to share the whole running experience with her! And I was relieved to discover that I was able to do this sort of companion running, too, since I tend to be too focused on time and competitive things like that. But it was SO fun to be a running buddy and be there for S to encourage and support her. You go, girl!!!

We had two primary goals for this event: (1) Maintain a 12-minute mile pace; and (2) Not finish last. And we did both: (1) 11:59 pace; (2) 12 & 13 out of 22 in our age/gender division; 329 & 330 out of 459 overall.



Laments From a Frustrated Female Shopper

Is it so unreasonable to want my pants to fit in such a way that neither my underwear nor too much of my flesh is exposed when I sit down??? Who invented the "super low-rise" anyway?! I mean, forgive me for being somewhat finicky, but I personally prefer not only to be able to actually wear underwear but also to not show it off to the entire world!

I truly don't comprehend how anyone can wear these styles. All I ask for is a little stretch in the fabric so the clothes move & bend when I do and enough of a rise to cover my delicate areas no matter what position I'm in (yet not so much rise that the waistband reaches up to my ribs). Truly, this can't be such a difficult design matter.

And yet...

And yet...

Of the many, many pairs of pants & capris that I tried on over the weekend, I think perhaps 10% of them offered sufficient coverage without excess. And of course, of these 10%, less than 1% actually fit in every other area or had an acceptable style, pattern, color, etc.

Not to mention that in some brands I'm apparently a size 1 (ha!) while in others I'm up to a size 8 (ha!). Nice range, that. So I basically have to bring at least 4 sizes of each item into the dressing room with me until I can figure out the sizing of a particular brand. And even then, if the style or fabric is slightly different, the fit and size might be different, so there's still no consistency.

Must be nice to be a man and to actually shop by MEASUREMENTS rather than by arbitrary SIZES, especially since those sizes are so often manipulated to make us women feel "better" about ourselves rather than providing accuracy & consistency.



Unexpected Shower...

So I'm scooting down Q Street on my way to work today and suddenly feel moist droplets on my upper body. I look around - is there a sprinkler running amok? Or a random rain cloud overhead? Nope, neither of the above. But in front of me, there is a white caravan with its windshield wipers running... A-ha! The culprit! Windshield wiper fluid blowing off the caravan and landing on my face shield and (luckily) black shirt.

Hmm... such are the unexpected hazards of riding a scooter...