Saturday and the Santa Ana winds were blowing hard. They come from the east desert and are hot dry winds that suck all the moisture in the air out to sea. Seriously. Our usual humidity here in southern California is 70-90%. Today we reached 14% humidity.
The Santa Ana winds have a huge affect on the psyche, as well. Both JE and myself have been restless and disconcerted all day. We had planned a lot of things this week, and most of them had fallen through (our trip to Orange will be postponed for a bit). We woke early, made breakfast (Eggs Florentine) and went back to bed until after noon. We would pick up things that needed to be done and wander around the house unsure how to complete the task. Finally, we decided to plan our meals for next week and go shop for it--on bike.
Riding down the road, a gust of wind came along and pushed at us from the side. We headed to the grocery store: Wholesome Choice Market, with panniers. Today was the first real day of the great social experiment: No Car for JE and Iris... (See yesterday's post to know what happened).
Thirty pounds of produce and a jar of pickles later, we headed home. How is it that some days it feels like no matter which direction you ride, the wind is in your face? We traveled the miles home, dropped the produce home and went out to a different store to collect the laundry soap, chicken, milk and a few other items we needed for the pantry.
Thousands of people live like this, I can't complain. When I go to a grocery store, there is food on the shelves. How blessed am I?
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