I think to myself that I am so lucky. Just a jaunt one way and I have the city of my dreams and my Heart. San Francisco. I look to the other direction and I have the Sierra Nevadas and I am just a jaunt away from the trails, and the river, and the trails and even Snow if I wanted. (I do not ever want snow... I just like to visit it for very short periods of time). But when I do, I see the vast beauty and all the grandness of snow. But I mostly say no to snow.
The home isolation isn't really hard on me like it is for most people. I am such a homebody, I am very happy at home and with home tasks.
However...that is a big however, I built a life with the hubs on day trips to San Francisco, and the beach and in more recent times the hills and mountains to get our miles on.... and get elevation ...clear our lungs and make our bodies strong. Looking at the hills and the magnificent and majestic but often stopping to stare at mushrooms or tiny little odd things.
Our trips to "the City" include searching for the worlds best deli sandwich. Italian for him and for me the same but also give me a good turkey on sourdough and I am happy. It just depends. Who can make a good sandwich? Actually me.
Today in our confinement our breakfast/lunch at 2 pm was a nice yummy sandwich. My homemade sourdough bread, turkey, salami, bacon, provolone, mustard, mayo, lettuce, red onion, Italian dressing. We were out of pepperocini's but still... pretty darned good. Don't forget Deli Sandwiches y'all!
I think for the next car date I will wrap them up in paper and we will go out and eat them in the car and share a beer. For old times sake....and looking forward to the day when we can spend some hours walking in the fog and searching for the best family owned delis.
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