Yesterday highway 5 was flooded at Willows and it occurred to me that we might not be going to the conference. Of course the natural way to sneak around the back is by Chico and the Oroville dam, (haha). Today there is a snow and wind advisory for Medford and for Shasta going over to Oregon. Hardy souls like Paul and Louse are taking the coastal route to ocean their way north. And hardy veterans like Sherry and Ted Guzzy are taking the sierra way to mountain their way up. Just in case you wondered, there are snow advisories there too. And snow expected in Tiller all through the week just in case we happen to make it.
This morning I’m confronting the reality that this is not the conditions conducive to getting to a beaver conference if you are a woman with a cane that can’t jump over a puddle or walk three feet in snow. I wish I was able to do this, but just don’t think I can.
I talked with Leonard about recording my talk and getting it so he can download it and play it there anyway. I think it will be possible although it will take some doing. I wish there was a way to get the whole conference on online so we could watch it. But I don’t think there’s anyone with that kind of bandwidth or cell contract. In the meantime we might have to content ourselves with updates. And reports from those on the ground.
We switched the Prius for my mom’s Subaru for this, and packed for the week. I made the presentation after Christmas and I’ve been practicing every day. Bob Kobres took a lesson in blogging and is eager to try his skills. Yesterday I firmed and then scrambled plans to have Paul and Louise for dinner. But preparing isn’t always the same thing as being ready, I guess.
