Month: May 2018

I NEED TO REVIEW MY POSTS MORE OFTEN. THIS WAS UNPUBLISHED. OOPS. TWO WEEKS AGO

Sunday is just another day for unpaid work. With a bigger newspaper. Which I did read with my coffee. And nasty cakes. We have a lot planned today. More work. We spent Saturday cleaning out our garage full of crap. Throw away or store. So I had a trip to storage. I forgot my unit number, yes really, and had to ask the manager. Like forgetting where u live. Storage is now officially full because I put the last in there.

So, Sunday. We made a trip to the store for bins, etc. I filled my car with the last of the storage crap. Like there is any room in storage. We rearranged the back bedroom and moved the bed. Emily moved more shoes from our room to the back room. I rearranged the new plastic shelves purchased yesterday since all the weight we put on them was causing partial collapse. I put a ton of garbage into the cans. Just a normal workday. At least I mowed yesterday and not today. So I am rested up. It was a long day.

We kept at it all damn day. And, we never cleaned house. I put together a flat pack shelf unit, total crap. As always. IKEA is Swedish for Wal mart. At about 6 I opened a bottle of wine. At about 645 I put the bacon wrapped tenderloin in the oven. With the sweet potato.

Food would be ready about 8. In the meantime we drank wine and watched lousy tv. Perfect for Sunday night. Dinner finally cooked we ate. Man was it excellent. Maple syrup on the potato which also leaked to the tenderloin. All very good.

After dinner, back to lousy tv. Oh well. Need a good dessert now. But nothing. Emily ran out of time to make something. Again, oh well.

It’s late. 9pm. And at least the quality ofbtv has improved. Then bed. Maybe some reading. Not to bad a day.

FORGOT TO POST THIS LAST WEEK. OOPS

It’s happening again. Its Thursday, and tonight at 7 we fly out to LA. Michael, prodigal son, is graduating from graduate school. Not something that happens everyday, but it is happening this weekend. Ceremony Friday evening, big party on Saturday and fly back Sunday. As I just mentioned in last installment, celebrations end. But, now, this morning, I am packing for the trip. Emily went to work. I am going to work in a few. Then run home and do the travel thing.

I had several errands to run first. Most people important a trip to the salon. I have to be beautiful. Also to bank to get some software to auto track credit card usage. My card has a hell of an issue with the bank. The bank likes to reject my transactions as fraudulent when they aren’t. And I hate them for it. Now, o have to watch the transactions myself and call them if there is a problem. Prob work way better.

I went to work at about noon. I know you would think “why bother” esp considering I have to leave by 230. Well, tomorrow is payday so the employees want me to come in and pay them. Losers. I think it’s selfish. I did a few other minor tasks while there and left at 230. Traffic very light and got to Dixon quickly. Dixon, wait I don’t live there. But my mechanic has my truck and he called me, while I was on the way and said come get the truck and bring the wife’s car in for the brake job we need. So I headed to Dixon and swapped the cars. The truck is really running well. Almost a shame I am selling it. Not.

So off to home. Vacaville. I do live there. Realized when I drove home, in the truck, I don’t have a key or the garage door clicker. Emily has my car and hers is in shop. So I tried all doors out front. No. Went to back, the door on patio was wide open. Turns out, Emily got home before me. I never thought to knock.

So we spent 30 mins finishing up Emilys packing and a little of mine. Had to find all the little items I forgot, Rx, chargers, a jacket. Usual. We got out and headed to the airport. Easy drive, a little longer than usual since we moved. But we made fine time and arrived a little more than an hour before takeoff. Parking was really full but I found a spot. From there it was really greased lighting. We ended up at the gay withh 45 minutes to spare. Why did we hurry?

I was hungry so I got some snacks. Just a little. Only $21. I love airport pricing. That was a while ago. Now we are sitting and waiting. Fun. Our plane just got to the gate. But, they must deplane and clean the aircraft. Right. I have flown before. The planes are dirty.

That’s us enjoying the airport ambience. Does it get any better? Please god, make it better.

Almost time to enplane. Is that the term? If getting off is deplaning I think we will enplane. Soon.

Did I forget the best part of the trip? The gate agent upgraded us! To first class! NO. We got exit row seating for free. Which is no small thing, the extra leg room is awesome. I haven’t been that comfortable on an airplane in several years. Shout out to Eleanor at Jet Blue!! You are a saint. The flight was uneventful, boring and quick. Just what I prefer.

Michael is picking us up upon arrival. We landed in Long Beach, cheapest airport. But, I did get to use the stairs to the tarmac. Not common in the modern age. LB airport is long in the tooth and ultra unmodern. We got our bags fast, my bag being first onto the carousel. Emilys quickly thereafter. And out to the curb, where it is a complete madhouse with several lanes of cars fighting to the curb where they are not allowed to stop for passengers but do it anyway. Such a business. The airport will one day get “improved” I am sure. To better serve us. Right.

Michael was in his usual jolly mood. Some things just never, or won’t, change. He was upset having to come “all the way” to Long Beach to us up. Suck it up loser. It was still a nice ride.

We drove over to my sisters house in Huntington Beach. My Bro in law Vince had made dinner for us, Udon noodles with curry. Very nice. Doriene was still out of town on Thursday night. She gets back Friday.

So we hung out there with Michael, Marika (arrived Wednesday), Gabriella (cousin Pancho’s eldest) and Marikas friend Taryn up from San Diego. And, our granddoggie Kona was there. She was really glad to see us. We had a nice late evening chat and dinner.

About 1030 Michael drove us to Irvine to my cousin Gerardo’s house. Michael is living here and we are staying in the third bedroom.

We went to bed almost immediately upon arrival. Long day.

Gerardo, and his husband Chris, are out of town till Saturday.

So, for those of you paying attention, I just posted my blog from Sunday. A week ago. Sorry for the delay, I’m a lame ass in the writing and posting department. Since tax season I have really fell off the the bandwagon. Hell, I never got on.

Last night I booked the last part of our plane flights. The leg that gets us back home from Boston. That would be the end of our mega trip summer.

This whole weekend has been slow with nothing planned. Except for Friday night. Emily, Marika and I went to dinner with our friends the Garlick’s. We chose to go to The Bull Valley Roadhouse in Port Costa. Fortunately, I posted an online review. Here it is:

Go here for great food, excellent cocktails and fun atmosphere. And great cocktails. Yes, worth saying twice.

I get over here about 3 or 4 times a year. We currently live an hour away, if no traffic, so it’s a drive. But, Port Costa is a cool trip and does not feel like you are in the Bay Area. Though the bay is about 100 yards away.

What drew me the first time I came was the pre-prohibition cocktails. It is fun and interesting to try out these old recipe drinks. You can see where some things came from. Like standing next to your grandfather and noticing the similar traits. Like how you are both incredibly handsome. The cocktails are the big draw for me. My favorite is the Buster Brown, whiskey with lemon and absolutely fabulous. The BVR cocktail is great, it’s really a variation on a whiskey cocktail but is very good. There are enough drinks to keep you busy for a long time. Remember, in the old days the cocktails were made with booze and tasted such. Sort of like coffee before Starbucks.

All meals are served in “share” size. The first time we came here the waiter did not inform us of the share size. We had leftovers. We are smarter now. And better looking. According to my mother. So be careful and ask your server.

The appetizers are so good you are required to have one. I suggest the mussels and fries. We had two orders when we were here last.

Of the main dishes, I think the pork stew and buttermilk chicken are to die for. I find it difficult to not order one or the other every time. Biscuits and gravy are great and they came with a side of the chicken. Win win, baby.

I will admit the desserts don’t do much for me. The cookies are great. The pecan tart, I did not enjoy. Coffee was excellent which helps to round out my meal and fight off the drinking fatigue from cocktails.

I call this place a top five on my go to list.

That was Friday night. Since then we have done absolutely nothing. A little shopping, house clean, mow lawns. Today, nothing. Yesterday I watched TV four straight hours. I suggested we go to the movies. But, we could not agree on which one. That was the high point of the day.

Today Emily and I went to the store to get supplies for her year end. Then she spent the entire day on year end school projects. She just finished and it’s 9pm. What fun only now for me. This day was not exciting. Maybe work will bring excitement tomorrow. The good news, Emily does not need a lunch all week. Frees up my morning just a little. And Wmily is off to Maine on the fifth. Summer is coming and I am ready.

So, Sunday, we are leaving town for home. Early. We are going to inconvenience Michael by making him get up early to drive us to the airport. Suck it up, weenie.

There is not much to hopping in a lane these days. Except for 15 mins of so called security. You know, where the TSA pretends to do something and call it secure. Complete bullshit of course.

We checked in at the counter in Long Beach. The nice lady gave us exit row seats so we get awesome leg room. Without paying. Is that nice?

The trip thru bullshit security and onto the plane was quick. No issues. Upon arrival we even found our car quickly. And I was the one that remembered where it was parked. Scary.

Got home around 1230. Isabella was there, watching the pets. She is the best. She managed to keep the little poops under control with no major problems.

The rest of the day, we did the unpacking and grocery shopping. And laundry. Always lots of work when u get home from a trip. I mowed the lawn. Took out the trash. I know, life on the edge. Usual stuff, though.

We had dinner around the usual time, nothin notable. But still good.

Went to bed early. That is awesome. Seems like I can get to bed prior to 10 on any night. So early is awesome.

Our vacay is getting close so we need to get moving. Tomorrow.

After today’s graduation, I will only have one to go. Marika. She finishes up in December. She has told us she is not going thru ceremonies. She may change her mind. Or not. But, Michael is probably done. I guess he could get a doctorate but seems unlikely right now.

We got up kinda early on Saturday. But not too early. Michael had left his car at campus for a function on Friday. Function that included drinking. So he had gotten a ride home from a classmate. Saturday am we went to pick up the car. Which was handy later when we went back for the ceremony because I knew the route.

Driving through Irvine to Orange helped me to realize what a bunch of retards drive around LA on any given day. My sister and bro in law included. Truly amazing. I am pretty sure they don’t use turn signals, ever, and drive as though they are alone on the road. Hint: you’re not.

The graduation is at 830 tonight. They have grad ceremonies all day. I think they have to break it up because there would never be enough room for all the cars.

The plan for today is a party at my cousins in Irvine. Michael is making a big batch of Paella. We have quite a few guests coming. Carly, Michaels girlfriend; her mother and brother; my cousin Victor and daughter Sophia; and the rest of us Dorie, Vince, Gerardo, Chris, Gabriella and anyone else I have forgotten. Oh yeah, Kona was there too and dressed appropriately.

Shout out to Glen & Eileen Tanaka. They gave Emily and I a nice bottle of wine. Funny thing, I had two bottles at home from the same vineyard. Weird.

Our paella party went on most of the day. Michael did not have to leave till 715. The rest of us not till 745. So we ate a lot, drank a lot and chatted. You know, a grad party.

After we had finished all the food and most of the beverages, I decided we needed dessert. I like dessert. No one else planned for it. We went to Yogurtland. Turns out Chris is a platinum member of there club. We got a party pack of individual yogurts and lots of toppings for only $50. I ordered my own. I’m that way. This, for me, was the highlight of the meal. Paella was great but I’m a dessert guy.

We drove back to the party with our haul. The guests made short work of the froyo. I guess they like dessert too. You’re welcome.

The grad got all dressed up

as handsome as his father. Almost.

So, at 745, we left for Orange. The city, not the fruit. It was a quick trip. The tough part of it was convincing Chris I knew where I was going. He was driving. He did not believe me. No one believed me when told them parking was free. Gerardo got money out just in case even though I knew it was free. Kind of an asshole. He just couldn’t trust me. It’s ok, I can forgive the slight.

Short walk to Wilson Field from parking. Wilson is the athletic field for soccer, and etc. we walked in, plenty of seats available so we sat up front. And, we got free hats!!! Looks as good here as it does on my head. Very cool.

The ceremony was exactly, like every other graduation. First the Dean gets up and tells the grads to come in and sit. Then Dean says stand for the Anthem. Then Dean introduces the keynote speaker. Speaker inspires all with his story. Then they hand out diplomas. That’s it. Grads get a picture with an administrator they have never met too. And 5 seconds on stage to wave. It was a blast. What does the crowd do? Wait till their kid is announced and scream. The highlights:

After the ceremony we hung around a little and took pictures

We did not stay long. The trip back was faster than the trip there. We hung out a little when we got back to Irvine. But, we have an early flight Sunday morning. We went to bed by 1130. With a graduated kid in the house. We must done something right.

Ok. No freak out. But it sounded like a nice title.

Today held little intrigue and really no activities. Graduation is tomorrow. So this morning we moved very slow. Took two hours for both of us to get cleaned and dressed. After that I think we just drove around all day. At least it felt that way.

First thing up, we drove to Tustin where the REI store is at. The annual BIG sale starts today and we were in the market for duffles and travel bags. So we had to get there. The stock on sale is only what you see on the sales floor. So worth an hour drive to Tustin.
That teal blue bag is a duffle with attached day pack, so a two-in-one. The darker blue bag is some over the shoulder thing Emily could not live without. We also got Marika a birthday gift. And all at 25% off. Winner.

After that we picked up Marika and headed out to meet Aunt Joanne and her daughter Candace for lunch. Somewhere near Costa Mesa.

Anyhow, we met with the gals and had a fantastic lunch. Was an italian restaurant and very good. Marika and I optimistically ordered a pitcher of sangria. Not great but enjoyable. We also split a large bowl of mussels

It was fun catching up with them. I haven’t seen Joanne in years, even longer for Candace. But a great time had by all.

Went back to Irvine after. Dropped our load. Went back to the road to go to Irvine to pick up the dog, Kona, and bring her back to Huntington Beach.

Our big plan for today, later on, is Hors’douvre and drinks at 4 til 7 and out to dinner with the whole crowd. My sister, Doriene, has picked a lousy restaurant for dinner. She has no taste, esp not in her mouth. It’s a teppan restaurant, Japanese. I truly hate Japanese food.

Anyway, I digress. Back to Huntington Beach to Dorienes House. We took the three dogs out to the local school to run around and take a crap. We also met a local bunny rabbit, Wilma. Really. There is a break in the wall behind the fence that surrounds the school. The property owner has a rabbit that sits in the gap behind the fence. And the dogs found the gap and sat outside the fence. The rabbit was completely calm. Kinda weird.

We returned to the house and sat around drinking cocktails and wine and eating hors’douvres. Then after a couple hours of that, we went to the aforementioned lousy Japanese restaurant. Named Shima. If you ever get to Huntington Beach, don’t go there.

I was stuck. Michael said he was ok with eating there. We are here for his graduation. So I have to put up with it. God it was bad. And overpriced. I tried to order my way around the bad menu, I ordered a filet. It arrived cooked well enough but cut into twenty pieces. WTH? My daughter later said I looked somewhat displeased all evening while we were there. I guess you can’t hide your true feelings. My sister had me pay for half the meal, too. Add insult to injury please. It did finally end.

After dinner we headed back to my sisters house. Not much going. Marika and Gabriella are sleeping there but came back with Michael, Emily and I to Irvine where we are staying. It was close to ten when we got there. We hung out and chatted for too long. Drank a few more beers, not me, and eventually went to bed. Marika and Gabby Ubered back to my sisters. Driving around all day is tiring.

Monday, May 14, 2018. 30 years ago today, Emily and I got married. Yikes. Long ntime. I am amazed. 30 years. My folks made 55 but Mom died. My in laws are still going, today is their 59th anniversary. Which makes next year the diamond anniversary. Double yikes. I woulda killed my father in law long before now. Lol.

So back to us. What do you do to celebrate 30 years. Besides a huge, cleansing exhale? We are going out to dinner in San Francisco. That’s it. Hey, every day is a party around here. I used the SF Chronicle Top 100 restaurant book as a starting point. Two weeks ago. Sadly, most of the top places need several months in advance to get a reservation. So, I just ran thru the internet listings until I found a reservation when I wanted it. It was at Marlowe which is near AT&T Park. Just took a shot at it, but it is recommended.

I know what you are thinking, today is a Monday. Work? Ya, I went to work till 2. Boring. Emily left an hour early from her job. That’s it. Those are perks of having the same job for over 20 years. Leaving early.

Well, we hit the road about 330. You have to leave for SF early enough to miss all the traffic or you add an hour or more to your trip. We had a reservation for 630. Well, we missed all the traffic and got to our reserved parking spot by 515. Cool. So we walked around. Found some cool spots to check out. Then went to the restaurant for a pre dinner cocktail.

I checked in with the hostess and she said she might find a table sooner than six thirty. We went to the bar.

Well, I have to say, I spilled my guts on my Yelp review. And I can’t figure out how to insert an active link. Try this https://www.yelp.com/biz/marlowe-san-francisco-2?hrid=0hHEQHWeKV9_Jr5ZgkrTXQ&utm_source=ishare&utm_content=review. Tells all u need to know. My fine review on Yelp.

Well, we got a table before we even settled onto our bar stools. The review, above, starts here.

We were at dinner for a couple hours. Nice meal, I had a window seat. In a city like SF, the window seat is nice. You get to see all the crazies walking around. Anytime my gazeblingeredbout the window, I noticed that Emily turned around to see what I was staring at. It’s the floor show part of dinner.

By he time we hit the end, we were absolutely and painfully full. Which is fine, for occasions. Every day and I would be a fat pig. We left the restaurant at about 8 and drive home. The Giants game was still going (they won!) so there was zero traffic. We were home in an hour, not even dark out. We must be getting old.

So, #30 is behind us. I told Emily to start planning 60. She said she would be dead by then. I told her she can’t count on that. Celebrating always end, and you go back to everyday. So, in honor of that we went to bed early.

Today is Mother’s Day. A Hallmark holiday if ever there was one. Don’t say that out loud, or at least within earshot of any woman. Hell, don’t even think it.

For many, many years I did nothing for my wife on this day. She isn’t my mom. Last couple of years I have done something nice for her. Today, I was ready to open her gift when she woke up. A bottle of ‘06 Dom Perignon. Seemed nice. She did not want to open it. WTH? It’s her gift to use as she sees fit but it’s for drinking. She is a pain. We might get it open today or not. Now you can see why I never gave her anything.

We made breakfast and coffee. Read the paper. Showers. Cleaning house. She is cleaning since I am crippled. Her idea. That way she can be more of a martyr. Suits her. I am sitting with the cat , that’s Prince/Prints. I am blogging. I have time today, mostly cuz I can’t get around.

We have at least two things planned after house cleaning, we need to go to school and feed the silk worms and then some shopping for essentials. I am not sure what that includes. I know I will get lots more crutch practice today.

Well my entire day consist dnof what I just said. House cleaning, shopping and worm feeding. A normal day. Right? Took a few hours. Seems like a fine Mother’s Day. Emily did not complain.

We got home around five after running all our errands. Managed to buy another gift for Emily. Ain’t I wonderful?

I bbq’d steaks for dinner. Emily put together the rest. Was pretty good I must say.

That’s the day folks. Gripping and exciting as always. Off to bed early.

I know, I have be n quite remiss in my blogging duties. Nothing since last Sunday. I will try to bring all up to date, as memory allows.

Right now, Saturday, I am sitting in the exam room at Urgent Care. I hurt myself last night. See, it’s like this, yesterday I took my trailer out of storage. By myself. It only weighs 550 lbs so not bad. There is a lip in the concrete out of the unit and a slight downhill once out for drainage. So uphill in, and over the lip. Much harder.

Of course, you are wondering why I had the trailer out in the first place. Well, the trailer guy, who’s built my teardrop and sold to me has come up within a new design for a box that fits nicely on the tongue of the trailer. It has locked access on each end via a drawer pullout. One end has the ice chest and generator, the other a stove, has and storage. Weighs 80 lbs. there is also a built in fold out table top. Anyhow, I finally got the installation done on Friday. Had to pull it up to Auburn early am and wait, but I got it. And he gave me a 30% discount. It pays to keep in touch. Marika and I hope to take it out soon.

Afterward I drove down the hill and met up with Hal in Roseville. We had some things to discuss on other deals and had been having trouble connecting. We met, discussed, and I was off. Stopped at Roseville Meat Co for tonight’s BBQ. Got some nice red meat. Marika is coming home tonight and we are making a nice dinner. Her cat, Vlad, is staying with us for the next week. He’s a pill.

Drove to the office. Picked up the banking and managed a few tasks before I left to go store the trailer. Which is where this story began.

When I arrived at the storage place it was about 615. I unhooked, and tried to move the trailer around. I quickly realized this would be very difficult to accomplish. So what did I do? Tried anyway. Every trick I could think of. Finally, I tried coming at a sharp angle and turning sharply in. That got me halfway. And stuck. I called home for reinforcements. So I waited patiently for them. No, I got behind the trailer and lifted, pushed and rocked it to get it in the unit. And, popped a muscle in my calf, which I swear I heard but probably only felt. Not good. Now I decided waiting for help might be a good thing.

Cavalry arrived and the ladies took over the muscle portion. Emily was much better at it than I was. I steered, no muscle from me, and we got it put away.

Which tells u why I am at the Dr office on Saturday.

I got home from storage and made Mai Tais. Liquor makes everything better, I think. And if it doesn’t, at least you don’t care anymore. We bbq’d the steaks, and veggies and had a nice salad. Marika picked out a nice red from my vast collection of 15 bottles. It was a nice choice. See, sometimes liquor is the answer.

I took some aspirin. I iced my leg in bed as I slept. I woke up and it still hurt. We will see.

The rest of the past week, which was unpublished, had very little going on. Day to day stuff, workouts, work, dinner. Usual stuff. All details now lost to history unless I make something up. I will think on that.

Dr came in. Did her exam and figured out what she was wrong in two minutes. I got a boo-boo. I need to rest and ice the injury for a few days. Take ibuprofen. The usual. Stay on crutches till Monday. Where this lovely thing which is only available in black. I wanted more Oxblood or a wingtip. Oh well. The boot stays for 3 or so days. Rest for a week, and ease back into things. And, best of all, the Dr used me as an example. She brought in a Jr doctor to see the injury. Turns out it’s quite swollen and discolored. Which I had not noticed. It is on the back of my calf. Maybe I can end up in JAMA.

So at least my day was painfully exciting. And I got to do something new. Don’t be jealous. I am hoping tomorrow, mother’s Day, is a little more fun.

Saturday we did not get up early. It’s saturday after all. Emily went to yoga. I packed for the trip to Visalia. Em and I are going to go visit my Dad. He lives in Visalia. Though, my personal opinion, no one really “lives” in Visali. It’s a totally hot, dry and cheerless place. Not unlike Passaic NJ. I hate it. I was sentenced to 7 years in Visalia in 1972. I got out about two minutes after high school graduation. There are now 130k lost souls residing in Visalia. What a bunch of ultra maroons.

Em got home and cleaned up. She packed. We put the dogs in the car cuz they get to go this time. Taking your animals may seem rude, but you have not visited my dads house. He has two cats who pee all over the house. His caregivers dog lives there. Pees everywhere. I think my two only help.

We did have to make our old cat, Pepto, extra comfortable before we left. She is sick. Not eating much. Not moving much. Just trying to crap continually. Nothing comes out. Just a drop or two of diarrhea. Lovely. She was throwing up a lot on Friday. Not sure what’s up. She’s sick. So we left her with plenty water and food. The trip is only overnight.

Trip to Visalia is 220 miles, approximately. Takes 3 1/2 to 4 hours, depending on traffic. The only way to efficiently get there is to take Hwy 99 down the center of the San Joaquin Valley. It’s too hot. It’s ugly. There are a lot of billboards advertising Jesus and lawyers. And by Jesus I mean the Pentecostal variety. The lawyers are all car accident attorneys. Not sure which of the two I would prefer to give money to. One offers immediate cash remuneration. The other offers eternal salvation, once you pay up of course. Nothing is free. The Central Valley is often called the New Appalachia. Mostly due to the poverty, disease, drug and alcohol abuse, etc. I know, you are saying “when do we go!!” For me, about once a month. And I run the hell away quick. Sort of like post high school.

Well we made Visalia in under four hours. I hate Visalia. We had planned on taking Dad out to dinner. To his favorite Chinese place. Before dinner we had a bottle of nice champagne as a cocktail. Dad likes champagne and we always have it at the holidays. And whenever we get together. No celebration required.

After the bottle we headed out to eat with the Chinaman. Which is how my grandma would have called it. It’s cinco de mayo so the place was almost empty. This Chinese place is not a favorite of mine. Last time I was here they ran out of rice. Really. No rice in a Chinese restaurant!!?!?! Morons. Well, food was fine at least. And I got rice. Yay.

After dinner we watched a little TV and went to bed. We get to sleep in the back bedroom which is great because they leave the door closed all the time. So there is no layer of cat pee in there. Of course, his cleaner uses Fabuloso detergent on the bed sheets so it still stinks, just in a different way.

I had a difficult time sleeping, Emily really didn’t sleep well. The dogs were fine, of course. They can sleep thru any bad smell. So we woke up tired.

I was in charge of breakfast so I made waffles. They were fantastic of course. After breakfast we loaded up to head for home. I am reclaiming dad’s birthday gift, the big green egg bbq. He says he can’t use it. I have none since the move. So I claimed it in the name of France. It’s in my backyard right now.

Trip home was a little longer than trip down. But at least we were someplace good when the trip ended.

We got home kinda early, around 230. We spent our afternoon cleaning and doing laundry. Emily went to the store so we could bbq tonight. That’s a great thing. And the stemaks and tri tip were very good. Of course, I cooked them.

Not much else after dinner. Sat around. Watched TV. Usual. Went to bed and watched Mad Dogs. Then we slept, reasonably well. No stink. Work tomorrow