Road Trip

Diane and I got home Friday morning just as the sun was rising.  Thursday late evening we decided to keep driving instead of finding a bed for the night.  We were on a road trip to do a little living while things are good.  A couple more days in southern California would have been nice, but it also felt good to head home.

In Anaheim we drove past the apartment building where we lived forty years ago.  FORTY YEARS?!  Forty years and twenty pounds ago.  We found and ate dinner in the restaurant where I proposed to Diane.  It wasn’t as nice as we remember.  It wasn’t the same building, it wasn’t even in the same town, but it was still Don the Beach Comber’s.

What happens when someone leaves the keys in their car

We reunited with some old and dear friends, even Disneyland felt like an old friend.  Napping on Laguna Beach was warm and relaxing, and the Sawdust Festival and the Art Festival were fascinating.  There was some really beautiful artwork there, but you can also take the silliest notion, put it on a clean white background, frame it and call it art (someone will apparently buy it).  The Laguna Beach Pageant of the Masters was pretty amazing.  I wish they would allow non-flash photography (as opposed to NO PHOTOGRAPHY).

Diane had tickets to a taping of THE PRICE IS RIGHT Thursday morning.  She got on the laptop to verify things and discovered that taping had been cancelled so we slept in and left at check out time.

Interstate Five Sunset

The doctor’s office called my cell phone Thursday on the drive home; my first contact since the bone marrow biopsy.  I have an appointment Monday at 2:pm.