Wednesday this week, I had to drop Courtney off in Sacramento where Barbara is for a teacher conference: a perfect opportunity to take the Porsche out. I wanted to get there fast, but there were a lot of police around on 680. They were pulling all kinds of people over, and I didn’t want to be one of them so I stayed at the speed limit. When we got to I-80, I guess there was some sort of construction going on, fortunately on the other side of the road. The traffic was backed up easily for ten miles. I did not want to be a part of this going home, so I took a mental note not to return this way.
Although Google Maps and my own navigation system said that 680 to I-80 was the fastest way to Sacramento, it took two hours. I had planned on beating this, but that sure didn’t work out. I’m thinking that I-5 would have been faster.
I warned Barbara’s teacher friends not to go home on I-80. Barbara, Courtney and I went to lunch then went to the Crocker Art Museum. We were very impressed by the place. The third floor had all the good art, and a special exhibit of glass sculpture. Now, “glass sculpture” sounds boring, but I assure you that this was not boring. Some amazing things had been done in glass. I thought it was better than the Corning Glass Museum in New York, and that’s saying something. Part of the Crocker Museum is also the original Crocker house, which is Victorian. I liked that very ornate building as much as the art inside.
Alas, it was time to go – past time actually. It was now 4:15 and I needed to be home by 6 so I could practice guitar before band practice. It was a tall order. I took I-5 – my navigation system yelling at me for the first half an hour to turn back – and then tried to cut through Livermore as a “shortcut.” I’m pretty sure it wasn’t. I also got lost. Having said that, I got home at 5:45.