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  Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Home Again

We be home! It's been a long seven days. Last Thursday we drove to the Bay Area to pick up our daughter Debbie. We spent the night at the DoubleTree Hotel in Rohnert Park. (Outstanding hotel!) The next day we drove to Los Angeles. We spent three eventful days in LA, then yesterday we drove back to the Bay Area, dropped off Debbie, stayed again at the DoubleTree, and today drove back home to Oregon. About 1700 miles, round trip. Am I tired? You bet your sweet donkey I am!

On the way home today, near Redding, we passed a big sign that read, "GLASSBLOWERS, NEXT EXIT" ... except that the first two letters, the "GL", were missing. I wonder how long it's been like that.

Last night, before we dropped off Debbie, we had dinner at Mary's Pizza Shack in Novato, where Debbie used to work. We've often run into people we know there, but we didn't know anybody there. After dinner, we stopped for gas and ran into our friend Darla, who used to work with us at Mindscape, and worked with Connie when Connie was a bookkeeper. You're never surprised when you expect, only when you don't. (Isn't that profound?)

Whenever we go to LA, I wish we had time to spend seeing friends or meeting bloggers, but there never is. *sigh* I thought maybe Sunday morning I'd have a few hours, maybe see if there really is a Bryan Frank, but it didn't work out that way...

Saturday we were to meet my dad at Abe's Deli in Northridge at 12 noon. I like Solly's Deli better, in Woodland Hills, but there is no more Solly's. Solly said so long, so we go to Abe's who is Solly's brother. (Are you taking notes? There'll be a test afterwards.)

I rushed to make sure we were at Abe's at noon. My dad is punctual. Surprisingly, he wasn't there when we arrived. At 12:05 I started to worry. If it had been my mother (when she was alive), she could have been two hours late and I wouldn't have worried. That's how she was. But if it's 12:05 and my dad's not there, my watch must be five minutes fast. We waited fifteen minutes. A half hour. I called his house, and his cell, and got no answer. An hour goes by, and still no Dad. He's getting on in years. Did he fall and not get up? Was he in a traffic accident? Sure, he only goes about 25 MPH, but that doesn't mean some homeboy in a high speed chase couldn't have run into him. (A high speed chase in LA? Never!)

I didn't want to have the police do a welfare check. What was I going to say? My dad was an hour late? So we headed for his house. We're about half way there when my cell rings. It's my dad! He's alive! Turns out he thought we were meeting at Brent's, not Abe's (and I was late). Much ado about nothing. So we saw my dad on Sunday. There goes Bryan. He'd have probably been busy anyway.

At Christmas Eve dinner I programmed Connie's sister's TV remote for her, and found the hi-def stations on her TV. She said I was a stud. The same night I gave Connie the Heimlich, and she called me her hero. It's been an eventful week. At another sister's place for Christmas, I hooked up a WiFi router to the sister's desktop, got her laptop connected to the WiFi and did some system cleanup, and hooked up her bf's new Palm Pilot and did some cleanup on his desktop. And I made dessert.

I think I need a vacation!


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5 Comments:

At 12/30/2006 7:08 PM, Blogger Melissa said...

No wonder you and Connie didn't have time to visit. You must be handy to have around. Do you also fix plumbing?

 
At 12/30/2006 7:22 PM, Blogger dkgoodman said...

It's a pain having to spend four days in transit for only three days in LA.

Sadly, yes, I do plumbing. Toilets, sinks, drains, faucets... but I won't go under the house. If it's in the crawlspace, it's time to call the plumber. :)

 
At 1/05/2007 10:46 AM, Blogger SidDawgone said...

btw:
we've got some common denominators, I lived in Rohnert Park through my college years (SSU), have dined at Mary's Pizza Shack in Novato, and I currently work in Woodland Hills and will now put the second-best deli on my list of must dos. And funny enough, I've never met Bryan either. Eerie.

 
At 1/05/2007 2:18 PM, Blogger dkgoodman said...

Cool! I always wanted a stalker! ;)

I thought you lived down in horse-lover land. Did you move up to the Valley?

There are some great restaurants here, but I miss having easy access to the Marrakesh, El Pollo Loco, Olive Garden, Abe's or Brent's deli, Tony Roma's, Domino's, TGI Friday's and the many other places down there. You're a lucky girl. :)

 
At 1/08/2007 8:51 AM, Blogger SidDawgone said...

I agree! But the commute just to eat is AWFUL!

 

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