All of us east coasters (Pete, Fay and I) are back from CA. Dad's surgery went well though we haven't received the biopsy results yet. We even managed to have some fun.
Mom and I did some shopping and went to the beach. Dad took us all to the hang glider/parasailing launch point near the Salk Institute. The young 'uns went to the Whaling Bar more than once.
Here's a not very informative photo of the Whaling Bar. In real life to the right of the white flowers in the picture is another room the mirror image of the one you can see only it's all dining room, no bar. That room has a fireplace flanked by life-sized ceramic leopards.
Don't let me forget Mr. Taco! I went there at least three times.
I also fell in love with a car. I never thought it would happen to me. Pete took some pictures which I hope to post soon.
Fay even had a good time mooching off of extra people and terrorizing her doggie cousins (my brother and Sarah's dogs) John is an Australian Cattle Dog and Atlas is a Golden Retriever. If there was food around Fay would try to kill them. Fortunately for her they were very nice and ran away from her. They were terrified of her.
The only reason I can think of for their fear of her is that they have no clue in hell what she is - I mean, she's a fraction of their size. Sometimes she has wheels, sometimes she drags herself around at top speed like a seal. She's incontinent and on so much medication I imagine she smells really weird to them. Plus she's crazy fierce - like a lunatic. That's got to be intimidating. She's also unpredictable: most of the time she's peaceful and friendly. I don't think they clued in to the fact that she was only homicidal around food. I just wish I'd got some video (it's not video, it's not "footage," what is it - a movie?) of her in action for her neurologist who would have been very proud of her.
I'm sure I've mentioned this before but California always weirds me out. Maybe it's my own sense of unworthiness, like I think this place is too beautiful for me to ever belong there. I don't know, it's beautiful but it's awfully built up and paved. Maybe it's just that the topography and climate are so unlike what is familiar to me. I just feel when I'm there that nothing is real.
I wonder if I put extra pressure on California because I think I'll probably live there one day? I didn't think any of those things about other places like Santorini or Ireland or Rome or St. Lucia or Vero Beach. Well I'm not going to figure it out tonight.
So now that our major events of the first half of 2009 are over - the house is gone and I'm back from California - well, now what's going to happen? Now what am I going to do?