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| Fric and Frac's temporary home. |
I ended the first half down twenty-five dollars. I may have to use some of the Cager's wily tricks when we resume our adventures in January. Storing Fric and Frac went smoothly. We took a cab driven by a very loquacious Hispanic mother of three named Donna. She was personable, eager, effusive, and efficient. We'll call her company when we return. We spent a few hours lounging around the San Jose airport, then took a two leg flight through Denver to get home safely at midnight. Mr. Ulmen picked us up, which was very gracious of him, but of course that is one of his best traits. I got up early to go to my Tai Chi lesson, which is something I miss as dearly as Judy misses the children. To quote Ed, "It was great." We putzed around the house this morning, did a little shopping, a little yard work, and a little napping in front of College football. Tonight, we're hosting the Ulmen's for some Italian Wedding Soup with crusty bread. A little red wine will flow, and then we're attending a Tedeshi Trucks concert. After that, we'll live relatively sedentary lives until the second week of January when we'll resume our trip down the California coast. Judy goes under the knife in ten days. Put her on your prayer lists, and remember, life is good, especially today.
Electric gate system.
Slot number 415. I didn't even unhook. I simply turned off the propane, placed the trailer battery in store mode, unhooked he pigtail, and covered the windshield on the truck.
The owner of the storage unit, Mark Passantino, lives on the property as he has since birth when the property was a plum orchard.
Now Mark's income is passive and steady.
If the cab didn't arrive, I was going to put this cutie out on the road.
Our game this morning. The Cager wins again! Drat.
The Christmas cactus in full bloom.
Crisp fall color abound in the back yard.
Red Maple leaves.
Fall rasberries. It's a little surreal, but it's always good to be home.
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