I am always worried about writing a boring story. Today, I will mainly cover mundane travels and unpacking. I hope you will, dear reader, forgive me if this story is unexciting.

(At the start of my drive, looking at Black Butte in California in Weed).

The day began with me trying to get back to sleep at 2ish. The room was in the same hotel I used on my way to Long Beach more than a week ago.  It was cold last time, so I started heating unit and now, as usual in hotels, the room was stuffy. I got up and turned off the heater/cooler unit and tried to sleep. While I probably nodded off a few times, I was up before my 6 alarm and felt I had little sleep. No matter, I was excited to be traveling home.

I showered, shaved, and all that. I put the few items I had gotten out back into my gym bag and was ready to reboard Air VW the Gray. My shoes felt odd on the carpet. This is a first-floor room and likely a poured cement floor; the patterned carpeting is cold. The flooring covers little bumps and is slightly uneven. Yikes!

Breakfast was industrial, and I am always surprised by the number of kids at these hotels. The little kids were experiencing information overload and running all over this food-filled wonderland. Other kids, usually older, were wary, only took cereal, and tried to be invisible in this stranger-filled kitchen. I smile, nod, and enjoy the chaos while eating industrial eggs, surprisingly good and not crunchy bacon, and coffee.

I checked out, and they offered me paper. I demurred and suggested an email. They did not have my email (despite this being an online reservation), and I said, ” Never mind, I will call if I have questions.” I had parked the EV with no cars next to hit. I was boxed in now. Ugh. Later, I would find a dent in the passenger-side back door. F**k! I have not had the VW for only a month or two and already have to door marks!

I added my few items back to Air VW the Gray, ensuring I left nothing behind when I left my room. Black Butte looked impressive but would soon be in my rear view as I was headed north this time. While I left after formal time for sunrise, I did see the sunrise over the hills and low mountains of my trek in Northern California. I love the drive and promise I will soon return in the summer or fall to explore; maybe this year.

There are six or more, and I lost track of passes, with Mount Ashland being over 4,100 feet, to climb and descend. The traffic at first was light, but soon I am packed in with other 70+ drivers passing trucks, flashing lights, and crawling the passes. It is uncomfortable driving, but my quick glimpses of the terrain put any postcard of mountains to shame. Wow! I never saw the stateline signs, and soon, I was in Oregon for more passes, most less than 2,000 feet, and hard driving.

I stopped at Seven Feather’s Truck Stop and charged the EV to 80%. I then purchased some bananas for a few bucks (why these were not included in the complimentary breakfast in California was a surprise to me) and found the restroom.

Southern Oregon is full of mountains and high hills, and the roads are busy and often twist in the passes. Deborah and I frequently talked when the driving was easy. We are still getting used to being separated by most of the USA again.

I stop at a few rest areas and reach the only charging location on my plan (the previous charging was a fortuitous discovery when looking for a rest area). I needed only to charge a few percent to be above 10% when reaching home, but I still did 80% since I was there. I backed into the only space and soon was charging. My free use of Electrify America is over, and I pay $7 for the charge (42 cents–the going rate–a unit for about $37 for a 10% to 100% charge). This is the same Dairy Queen I visited on my way to California. When I leave, topped-off, there is a line to get a charge, two cars deep.

I have done the rest of the drive through Oregon many times, and I often drive at 70+ and in high traffic. I saw the crazy lane changes that even California drivers eschewed. I was tempted to stop at Garden World, but I resisted. I hit the usual slow places and soon was in Beaverton and then home with more than 20% charge left. I unpacked the car. I saw the new dent and attempted to summon terrible fates for those that caused this insult to my EV.

My final payment for vacation is a day of laundry. The Machine was ready, and soon it was washing and drying my first of three large loads. The house needed to be aired out. I opened the doors and sprayed Febreze, and soon the house was feeling friendly and welcoming. My previous day’s stop at the Olive Pit goodies were unloaded and put in the frig and pantry. Four bottles of my favorite couscous sauce had arrived, and Corwin had put them in the house for me. They, too, were placed in the pantry.

I was going to cook a late lunch but found my enthusiasm lacking once the unpacking was done and laundry was started. The house was clean and ready for my return, and I was not prepared to mess it up. I also left the EV to change and ordered GrubHub and my favorite local Chinese-style food. I over-ordered and had dinner, too.

I put on Disney+ and tried some Star Wars brain cookies. Andor, again, started with episode 1 while I enjoyed too much food. Laundry was put away. I made milk bread (I use milk powder from King Arthur Flour Company) in my bread machine. I don’t buy bread anymore, but use the technology I have (an Amazon cheap but functional bread machine) and buy good ingredients (King Arthur Flour, but Oregon’s local products are good–I know Jack is saying that Bob’s Red Mill is excellent when he read that, and yes they are).

I am tired but not sleepy. I started the writing app, Scrivener, and added a few more paragraphs to my story. I continued the story by describing part of the magic system in my new fantasy world and the main characters. I managed a few more details and some revisions. I am nervous, as these are the first words that must be good.

I get sleepy after forty minutes of writing. I save it (it saves automatically) and head to another shower (going back to my Spring of washing off the pollen before getting in bed). I read my new magic book that I got in Seattle when traveling with Deborah, Dondrea, and Z at the fun magic store in the Pike Street Market. The introduction was fun, but the first trick was detailed enough to have me put the book down and sleep. I managed to only wake once to prove hydration.

Thanks for reading.

 

It is just 7 at night here in Weed, California, named for Mr. Weed, who built a sawmill there. The area is windy, and he believed it would be perfect for drying wood. I decided to stay near the hotel and just walked with my hat pushed down on my head to McDonald’s for something basic and cheap. I loaded the McDonald’s app (I had let it get out of date on my new iPhone), which gave me a code to scan into the touch screen. The screen froze. I touched it, and it was warm. Touch screens primarily work by detecting heat. When the screens are warm, they cannot detect touches. I moved to a screen that was cold and was able to order.

I then went to find a table. All the tables I wanted were used and uncleaned, but someone had left the cleaning rag, still wet with cleaner. I cleaned all the tables that were not in use and those near the windows. Deborah thought it was nice, but I said that was a passive-aggressive Portland reaction. Imagine the online review I could give them! But I did not do those things; I did it because it needed to be done. Not really passive-aggressive. A very friendly gal brought me my dinner, and I smiled and thanked her.

I spoke to Deborah now that I was checked into my hotel and Air VW the Gray was charging (for $37+ for 100% and fast via ChargePoint at the hotel). When the charging was completed, I finished my meal, rang off, and walked back in the heavy wind. I unplugged and moved the EV to a regular parking spot. If you don’t unplug quickly, you are charged for non-charging use. No, just leave it plugged in all night. I also checked, and it won’t freeze tonight, meaning I can leave the olive items in the cargo hold.

I arrived at about 5 in Weed with an 11% charge left, and the VW told me to find a charge soon. I charged the EV three times on the trip. There are fewer chargers on the trip from Fresno to Weed, and many are not fast. I had sat in a hotel parking lot about two hours away from Weed for twenty minutes to ‘top-off’ the charge to ensure I would reach Weed without more charges. I traveled up the mountains into the 4,000+ passes on one charge.

Before this, I had charged at a few free places as I traveled. I was connecting the fast chargers and only slipped to 25% on the trip before charging. I would have preferred only two charging sessions, but again, to get the last cheap ones, I had to take a few ‘top-offs.’

The fast charging stations are often at Walmart or hotels. There is usually no food or restrooms nearby, so I had to stop at rest stops between charges. Not very efficient! ChargePoint, CalTran, and Electrify America do not seem to share my to-go good food restaurants and fast-charging idea.

I am retravelling the same path, and seeing everything in reverse from my initial trip is strange. I started on a hot morning in Fresno, sneezing from the dust to cloudy skies as I reached passes to the north. In the passes, the rain began to pour, and I switched the mode to Traction on Air VW the Gray and slowed down as it was hard to see. The temperature fell, and the wind pushed the EV sideways if I was not careful. My hands grew tired as I had to control the EV closely, as it has tight steering. The traffic was never light, and the truck filled the right lane. I tried to stay no more than 10-over and was often passed, even when ten over was 80!

I stopped in Corning, with the Olive Pit store as my target (and was disappointed that their EV charger was malfunctioning). I considered getting an early dinner there but passed on dinner since I could not charge while eating. I wanted to get to my hotel and rest.

They had reasonably priced olive products and oil. They had racks and racks of olives with various flavors and stuffings. They had a little tasting bar where you could try the olives. They also specialized in other oils and vinegars. I filled a box with my purchases. I was happy I fit it in. Recommended: Olive Pit, off 5, Corning, California.

I rose in Fresno and missed my alarm. I hit the road at around 7:40 without shaving (as I was running late) and stopped at McDonald’s looking for a charge location (it was not open to the public). I had the leftover cheese and meat from the day before I had kept in the room’s frig for a snack instead of lunch.

I talked to Deborah often today. We are again getting used to being apart after so many perfect days together. Deborah heard this song at Parker’s Lighthouse and sent it to me. It seems to fit us: here.

And Dear Reader, I think that is the full day. There was just lots of driving and occasionally holding on for dear life in flooding rains in the passes, dodging surprising lane changes, and avoiding trucks both fast and slow. Traffic was always busy, and I look forward to putting Air VW the Gray in the garage at home on Friday.

 

 

It worked out that I would again do this as a two-day blog. Both days were focused on resting and traveling, and they were quieter.

Tuesday

As usual, we rise with the sun at just after 7. Deborah was already wide awake as she still living in East Coast Time to a degree. I am on local time and wish the sun would give me a break and return to standard time! F**k that is early! But I made coffee, and we spent time drinking and enjoying each other’s company.

We walked uptown to the Potholder 2 breakfast joint I had tried before. It was good the second time, if a bit of a standard breakfast, but the omelets were good. I had the Mexican and Deborah the Californian omelets. They are great, with a different taste and feel to each. Our waiter was kind and interested in us having a great experience, something you do not always see.

We walked back towards the shops. I was surprised to see a G.A.R. statue in the Billy Jean Public Library park. The Grand Army of the Republic (G.A.R.) was the joint North and South troops of the Civil War. They had encampments for years, combining both sides, enjoying camping, and meeting every five years or so. The last meeting was in 1949. The statue was of President Lincoln looking down and smiling. President Lincoln was the last President to lead troops in battle, yes, he even did that as president. Lincoln agreed with the Union General’s good treatment of the surrendered troops at the war’s end and was, from what I read, remembered with affection by the G.A.R. It is likely that after the ACW (American Civil War), many former army folks headed to California to make their fortune (or not). So the G.A.R. was here in Long Beach and put up the statue.

After the park, I needed to find the bathroom. My colon was fighting back and wanted attention. Also, the burger the night before was soaked in grease, which did not improve the situation. Deborah headed to the Columbia discount store in the Pike Street Mall (all discount stores) while I attended to matters. There, I met Deborah; she found the gifts, and I found a new coat I needed. It was on sale and fit; I bought it. With our investments in discounted Columbia (I have never shopped in a Columbia store before), we tried a drink at Gladstones. I visited the men’s room and attended more to my colon. But the wine was good, and the staff not very attentive, except when we went to pay. Strange.

Next, after a break at our room after walking back, we returned downstairs and found a large table to play the board game Concordia I had brought in Air VW the Gray. This is an efficiency race with deck building and resource management elements with simple turns. However, the strategy and the sequencing are complicated. Deborah started to get the game about 1/2 through, and she nearly caught me, but I managed to get some more colonists out just before she ended the game (gaining 7 points). I felt I was running to keep ahead once she got the game. Deborha said she liked the game but needs a few more plays.

We finished the night watching more Matlock episodes and enjoyed the multiple storylines. We commented often on the set since we stood there and even ‘rode’ the elevator, which got quite a lot of use the next two episodes.

Wednesday

Our travel day and the day ran through our fingers like water or sand (or tears). We rose with the sunrise, even earlier today, as we could already feel the day running away without us. I made coffee, we chatted, and we had one more enjoyable morning together. Then, we cleaned up, packed the rest of the room (having started packing the day before), and headed for breakfast. Deborah ordered online for the local Starbucks; it was crowded. We waited until we got a notification that it was ready and then took our coffees and food to the hotel lobby and finished it there.

We got out the last bits, took a photo to remember the room, wished the cleaning lady who gave us extra coffee well (Deborah left her another tip), and descended to the lobby. We checked out and waited a moment for Deborah’s taxi. There was always a taxi waiting, but Deborah waited for the one she ordered, which showed up in a few minutes. With a kiss, we are separated again. It was hard. We were brave. We will see each other again soon.

With my new travel companion, I headed out: a stuffed animal axolotl that was a gift for buying items at the Aquarium of the Pacific (Deborah got me a new tie with whales on it to remember our whale-watching together). This one is headed to Z.

Travel in the LA area involved some stop-and-go around LAX and again in the pass. It was not cold and snowing this time when I broke over 4,100 feet! I stopped at a Walmart to charge, and nobody was there. The charge was Electrfy America, which is still free for me (I have six months of free charging). I got a set of cheese and meat with some pita chips for lunch. When I was nearly charged, going for 100% as long as it was free, an EV Porsche awaited for my spot. They can easily read the charge time (and cost) on the screen.

When I left, I saw four more stations to use for Electrfy America! But my app only had me go to the 350W (but my EV handles only 178W). Strange.

The rest of the trip was the same as before (but on reverse, which was strangely disconcerting), with some crazy driving and aggressive lane changes at 70+ speeds, which surprised me. It was like fast Michigan drivers going Fast and Furious. Later, I stopped at one rest area, found a working CA Trans free charging and put 20% on Air VW the Gray. This will improve Thursday morning (I will have more charge to drive).

I heard from Linda after I stopped that Mom Wild was having a tough day. Details cannot be published here, but Mom Wild is safe and in her room as I write this. I was in contact with Linda and others and even looked at flights. But all is calm for the moment.

I reached Fresno, enjoyed a traffic jam, and finally found the hotel after circling around. The room is nice, but the bar is closed for remodeling. Instead, I went out to find food after a shower. I was sticky and tired after the drive, and the shower helped.

Coming to the end of this story, Deborah has landed in Detroit and will soon be home with her dogs. I am at the Fresno Cheesecake Factory bar, only a few miles from my hotel. I had pasta and a drink, and I finished with coffee. Linda is headed home, and Mom Wild is resting. So maybe for a few moments, it will be quiet. And perhaps the Trump officials can resist making headlines tomorrow. Let’s hope for an easy day on Thursday for the world (“Dear God, just one day of Peace for the Earth, please, just one!”).

I’m headed out early tomorrow to Mount Shasta, stopping at the olive oil places (if I remember). It will be six hours of driving and an hour or more of charging.

Thanks for reading!

I did not have a break until Monday night to write the blog on Sunday and Monday. Let me try to cover two days before their memory fades.

Sunday

I rose early, as the sunrise always wakes us. By 7ish, I was making coffee for the morning. We enjoyed the coffee, and getting started took us a while. We decided to have breakfast in Hollywood and soon headed to Air VW the Gray in the parking structures. The EV was charged 69% even after sitting for a day.

The driving was fast but chaotic, with some cars at 70+ changing two lanes and a back-up at an intersection that was more an emotional duel than driving. The VW managed to reach the parking lot for Paramount Studios. The parking lot attendant took $20 in cash, pointed us to the other side of the lot, and told us the lot locks at 5. We had dinner plans in Hollywood, so we would need to move the EV. We got out and were delighted to learn the area was Lucille Ball Square. We started to walk towards the tourist end and soon caught a DASH bus. Another couple, tourists like us and also a bit confused, joined the bus too. It was a free day. The bus got us to the very end of the stars on the sidewalks near the Capital Records Building. We jumped off and soon found dinner at the Breakfast Club, which specialized in high-sugar donuts and baked goods. We got seats at the bar, and soon, a young woman with many tattoos, friendly, was waiting on us. We soon had plenty of coffee and breakfast sandwiches and excellent fingerling potatoes. Most Excellent! Another guy was helping, but when I described our adventures, it became clear that his English was limited to food and process. He smiled, and I smiled.

Breakfast worked, and soon, we were on a new quest. David Bowie’s star was about a mile away. It was also just beyond the Chinese Theater, with all the stars’ prints in cement, a must-see. We walked and walked. We delighted at reading the stars, and I took pictures of Mae West and WC Fields while Deborah was more expansive in her photos. It was Sunday morning, and the sidewalks were mostly empty at first. As we approached the Chinese Theater, the crowd thickened. Soon, we were packed in, but our goals were located and photos taken. We spent more time looking at the prints at the theater. Our time was starting to run out, but we needed fortification.

Disney is now selling chocolate, Ghirardelli Soda Fountain & Chocolate Shop, and we stopped for a frozen mocha for Deborah and a small hot fudge sundae for myself. Refreshed with chocolatey goodness, we returned to the street and returned to Paramount Studios.

We walked and walked. We found a closing Sunday market (it was 1:30 on Sunday) and enjoyed looking. Soon, we understood that we had thirty minutes to reach the tour office and thirty minutes of walking. Oops. Uber had us in a car and comfortable in an EV Kia. It was the same model I would have considered! The Uber driver, Alexander, gets his car from the company and has found the EVs quite excellent for intercity driving, and he does not need to charge them for his driving times. We also passed one of the unmanned taxis, and I was surprised to see one. I had seen a few strange round-topped vehicles as we walked; I was unaware there were unmanned taxis in Hollywood!

We arrived with plenty of time, and soon, we met our guide. Badges with our names on them were handed out, and IDs were processed. First, we were offered the original War of the Worlds (1952) Oscar for Best Visual Effects to handle and take pictures with. Yes, a real one. It was slightly chipped but real and surprisingly heavy. Deborah commented that that alone was worth the price. It was special.

We saw the original gates and buildings, and Deborah and I were surprised to hear that Apple TV+ show Severance writers and actors were on campus and used some of the original offices. We next saw a vast stage and, shocking, the actual set of Madlock, the new version. We walked through the stage and saw all the props and artificial offices of the fictional law firm. Wow!

The old Desilu Studio is incorporated into the complex (Lucille Ball’s company that created Star Trek and other well-known shows). We saw where Lucy’s dressing room was and, effectively, where Star Trek and Mission Impossible were born. The area is considered lucky, where we were told, and many movies and TV shows shoot scenes there.

We drove by the filming locations for most of Star Trek and many TV shows. It was incredible. We also saw the low parking lot that was flooded to create a water scene, such as in The Ten Commandments and Star Trek: The Voyage Home. The props warehouse was fun; Deborah and I got a few items from the official store. We were then escorted out. It was an excellent tour, and it is highly recommended!

We drove the EV to the restaurant above Hollywood, Yamashiro Hollywood. I decided to try parking there. The drive was steep and twisty, with often only space for one vehicle. It was not difficult, but not for the nervous driver.

We were an hour early, but soon, the valet had the car (another $20 for parking) safe, and Deborah had only time to get a drink before our table was ready. Deborah was shocked when I just told a busy bartender what we wanted. It was a bit too West Coast direct for her style.

We soon were at our table with a fantastic view of the LA area. Later, we would walk through the grounds and enjoy the view. Dinner was excellent, and the prices were high, but the quality and delivery were outstanding. I had a steak, and Deborah had the sea bass—both near perfect. The table beside us sent us some sushi rolls to try. We got photos taken and soon bought some framed shots to take home. It was a near-perfect day.

LA Sunday night traffic reminded us why we should not just move here. It took an extra thirty minutes to get back to our hotel in Long Beach in slow-moving and crazy-moving traffic. Yikes!

Tired, I wrote the blog and was to bed around 11.

Monday

We slept in until sunrise. We spent the morning enjoying coffee, and Deborah grabbed some yogurt at the hotel; we have a $10 credit every day to use. At 11:30, we opened Famous Dave’s BBQ after walking to Rainbow Harbor and looking at Restoration Hardware’s furniture. We agreed that RH style seems to be the same at Matlock; maybe they got some of it at RH. We had meat plates and soon were ready for our next adventure: Aquarium of the Pacific.

Deborah had a lower-priced ticket for a convention guest, but I had to pay full price. We found the place overrun with school field trips and many out-of-control kids. This faded in the afternoon, and then the place became quite pleasant, and the staff looked more relaxed.

The jellyfish tanks and even the chance to touch them were a surprise. Usually, there is only one tank, I lost count of the tanks, and we got to see the growth cycle of the jellyfish in different tanks. The facility is raising jellyfish and corals. I was also surprised by the amount, size, and variability of the living coral in the various tanks. More than I have seen in other public-run aquariums.

We visited the moon jellyfish tank, which was open. We enjoyed touching the jellyfish.

The birds, sea otters, seals, and fish tanks were more than I expected. The place is quiet in the afternoons. We enjoyed the late afternoon. In the gift store, Deborah bought a tie for me to remember the whales we saw a few days ago. She was given two stuffed animals for buying $20+. I will bring one back to Oregon.

We left the aquarium happy with our day. We then walked around Rainbow Harbor to Parker’s Lighthouse Restaurant. There, we had drinks and happy hour food. We split a burger made on garlic cheese bread and a crunchy roll—both excellent. After that, we returned to the hotel; my knees and feet hurt. I have 10,000+ step days of walking, with 15,000+ on a few).

In the hotel room we rested a bit and watched Matlock again to see the sets and the show was quite good. Recommended! We tried to use the big screen in our room, but we don’t have the right cable and the recommended software seems outdated. We watched it close together on Deborah’s Apple laptop.

I then wrote this blog while Deborah slept.

Thanks for waiting and reading!

I could not find time to write Friday’s story on Saturday, meaning I will combine Friday and Saturday this evening.

Friday

The morning started with Deborah rushing off to her last sessions at the Long Beach Convention Center conference. I made Deborah coffee in the room, finishing all my Dunkin Donuts Kruge capsules. The hotel housekeeping had supplied us with extra coffee. We both had a cup before all the usual stuff to get ready.

Deborah was off to sessions, so I went to find a new breakfast place. Creme De La Crepe got my attention, so I abandoned my location and sat down to enjoy an excellent breakfast of buckwheat flour crepes stuffed with sausage and cheese. It was wonderful and no more expensive than breakfast the day before.

I wrote the blog there while I ate slowly. It seemed a friendly place to write. They were OK with me staying extra time to write.

Sadly, I had a problem and had to use the bathroom often. This was likely caused by the food on the QM, which was too rich for me. Still, it made for an uncomfortable afternoon.

I walked (with a few stops) to the CVS pharmacy about a mile from our hotel, The Hyatt Regency. The part of Long Beach was with barred windows and some security guards. The primary language was Spanish. At the CVS, I got Deborah her needed vitamins and OTC allergy meds. I then walked back to the hotel. It was a long walk made with some enthusiasm to reach the next restroom! The issue soon faded.

Deborah was done about 1ish, and we had lunch at Waba Grill’s excellent and inexpensive chicken and beef with veggies over rice. Deborah wanted to check out some final items at the conference expo, so I headed to the room. Soon, Deborah turned up in the room, more coffee was made, and soon we headed out for dinner.

King’s Fish House is a local place that serves live lobster (in tanks) and the usual expense report-priced meals. We went more basic with simple items, and Deborah thought she could get a better piece of salmon in Troy, Michigan. Mine was not salmon, but I thought it was good for a white fish. We had coffee (our drinks were slow coming, and the meal was done before we finished them). The dessert was shared, bread pudding with locally made ice cream, which was excellent. Overall, the fish joint was a leftover from the 1990s with high prices and the usual overcooked and under-flavored fish of corporate restaurants.

We stayed up late, looking at travel options and things to do in Long Breach, until almost midnight. Saturday

Saturday

We did not rise with an alarm and spent the morning drinking coffee in bed and enjoying a slow morning together. We finally looked for breakfast late in the morning and picked Creme De La Crepe for Deborah to try. We enjoyed the sunny, warmish morning, walking ten minutes to the place. There, Deborah enjoyed a crepe stuffed with cheese and other goodies. I had the old-school Egg’s Benedict. It was all good.

We walked to the breach area for another ten minutes and then to the Pacific Ocean for another ten minutes. There is a vast beach of sand to cross. Deborah was happy to touch the cold water. We then walked back through the marina and the tourist area to Chili’s.

Along the way, there is a wall of locks, like in France on some bridges. Deborah and I buy a lock, engrave our initials on it, and add them to the many. Romantic!

(The brass lock is ours)

(We did not buy with all my 401K an investment in a pirate ship)

At Chili’s, we sat outside and had drinks and a few snacks. We then stood in line and boarded our whale-watching tour boat. There were long rollers or swelling-like slow-moving waves, sometimes multi-feet tall. We soon found a gray whale to look at. I just saw some of it, and Deborah saw more.

Next, we hear the announcer stumble on words as Killer Whales are visible. They don’t see them here. This is unique! We got a clear view of them multiple times, and folks even applauded. I have never seen a Killer Whale in the wild. Sorry, dear reader, my only pictures are fins, as I missed the better shots. It made the whole trip worth the price!

Aside: With my brain surgery and loss of some of my balance-controlling structures, it was a question if I was safe on boats and what would happen. All was good.

Dinner was a shared pizza at the California Pizza Kitchen across the street from the Convention Center. The bread and the pizza were excellent bread products. Better than the usual.

After that, I wrote this blog, I am tired, but I wanted to get something out before I forget everything.

Thanks for reading.

Aside: Mom Wild is now moved to a facility. She moved in today.