A job I already applied for has another position up in Chico, so I applied to that one too. Me and 2700 other people. I wouldn't mind living in Chico. Yes, its hot up there, but its also reasonably quiet, being the northern Sacramento Valley, and hosting one of the big college campuses, famous for being a party school, but also for sports medicine and nursing. Chico is also the home of that green bottled IPA, Sierra-Nevada Brewing Company, which started as someone's hobby in the 1970's, brewing beer for the big keggers. Chico State is one of THOSE schools. Chico also has hipsters and an active scooter store. Its got a grid layout for the streets so you can actually get around there, unlike towns built on the Cul-de-sac system which is more efficient use of land and prevents through traffic, but makes cars necessary because they prevent through traffic. Grids are better for the post-oil period. I will keep studying DC electrical so if I get a call, I can pass the tests. I wouldn't mind moving to Chico. Might be more fun than here.
Salmon spawning in Lake Tahoe |
Next time I go down the mountain, I want to drop by my storage space and retrieve some gizmos and hopefully find the floor jack so Dad and I can lift up his truck and fix the parking brake, as well as change our respective oil. Hell, I'd change my oil today if I could. And maybe fix the parking lot dings on Dad's little red car. Its very pretty that car, and very fast while still having all the luxuries but the MP3 player stereo and a GPS. Dad says he doesn't need it, but he didn't need the Kindle till he got one and now he uses it every day. Laying down to read a book is nice, he says. MP3 player stereo is nice because you can put in one disc of MP3s and it just plays for the next 12 hours or so. I should make a better mix, however. I'm kind of tired of the one I've got. I bet Dad would enjoy various Diana Krall tracks. He takes his Jazz seriously.
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