And so we are home. Just in time to
hear the Morning Joe wrap-up of the Trump visit to Puerto Rico,
which, apparently should be grateful they didn't have a "real" catastrophe,
like Katrina ... and then tossed paper towels out into the crowd. The
visual I can't get out of my mind is the woman who explained to him about
the tablets you drop into dirty water, wait 10-12 hours and have clean
water. With a look of sheer disgust on his face he said "and you
actually drink that?" and then with a shudder handed it gingerly to
someone behind him, as if he could not believe this woman would drink dirty
water.
I am running out of synonyms for "disgusting"
to describe this embarrassment to our country.
But I digress.
We had a leisurely last morning in Santa
Barbara, having our last visits. Kind of a 4-hour "Hour Baur" inside
the house, over scrambled eggs, leftover sushi, and English muffins. I
pretty much gave up stressing about anything this weekend and wasn't worried
about how late we left. But it was only noon when we drove away, and
we were home before 8, which was pretty good time.
I realized when I was talking with Alice Nan
that I had not thought of my mother at all over the weekend, and that was
nice. There was no point in calling her because even if she answered
the phone, she would forget I'd called before she got the phone back in its
cradle. And I knew that the staff in the memory unit were aware I was
gone and would be looking in on her frequently. So having that
emotional "vacation" was nice, though I did occasionally have twinges of
guilt about it. But very brief twinges.
The drive was uneventful and, bless him, Walt
did all the driving while I napped off and on. For the first 2 hours
we were finishing the Michael Connelly book we had been listening to on the
drive down and then started a Harlan Coben. I missed some stuff in the
first three chapters because of dozing off, so downloaded a free "sample" of
the book on my Kindle so I could go back and see if the sample was long
enough to fill in the gaps!
We stopped at our favorite comfort food diner
in King City for a lunch/dinner around 3.
I wasn't really hungry, so a nice bowl
of chili sounded good to me. But the bowl was humongous and way
over-salted, so I only ate half of it.
The "garlic bread" that accompanied it had no
taste of garlic whatever. A disappointing lunch for me. Walt
fared better with his salad bar and "Dagwood-sized" BLT.
We ran into some pockets of heavy traffic,
but overall they didn't last long.
The dogs were very happy to see us and
both of them wanted to be in both of our laps right away. It was nice
to have been missed.
So today it's back to normal and I will be
visiting Atria sometime after lunch. But it sure was sweet while it
lasted.
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