I was just in California for a long weekend. The good news is that my flights (two down and two back) were all on time. More good news is that I got to see everyone on my list and had good visits, and my grandkids are still handsome and smart, and the weather was balmy, unlike here at home. There isn't any bad news, except for the overeating.
This was a solo trip, because for Mike it would have been the trip from hell. Lucky for him he was on call for jury duty so he couldn't go along anyway. I flew into Sacramento on Wednesday afternoon and spent two nights with old friends from the years we lived there. On Thursday I hung out with my best buddy from grad school. We couldn't visit as much as we'd hoped, because we spent all afternoon in court (long story). But afterwards we had a delicious al fresco dinner at the Tower restaurant, the place we usually go when I'm in town.
On Friday I rented a car just up the street from my hosts' house, and drove to Novato to see a couple Mike and I met in the Caribbean this winter. They're in an RV park there for three weeks. Then on up the road a few miles to Petaluma to spend the weekend with my son and his family. On Saturday, another Caribbean acquaintance, who lives in Sebastopol, came to visit me there, and we shared our pictures from Bequia. And on Sunday we had a Mother's Day picnic. The photo is of the park where we walked, and then had a meal under a big spreading oak.
And on Monday morning I drove back to Sacramento and had brunch with yet another old friend, before heading back to the airport and home. That adds up to visits with six parties in five days. Might be a record for me. And as I describe it, I can see that it might sound frenetic. Funny thing is, if I'm on my own it's really quite relaxing. I just do the next thing and the next thing. I've finally learned not to make a trip like this with a traveling companion. I used to try. Boy was that stupid! Why in the world would anyone want to be dragged along when I'm in this mode?
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