It’s Good to be Home!

I just returned from California. I went for the wedding of a beautiful young woman who married one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. I also went to see my daughter and son-in-law. And of course, the big draw was my grands. I’ve missed my family. They are scattered around the country, but they were all there for the wedding. What an excellent time I had. I sat on the deck of my kids’ boat and listened to the melodious sounds of Kenny G and…wait for it…The Beach Boys as they performed their concerts in a venue on the harbor. I slept on the boat—an experience. I’ve slept on boats before, but I was, ah…mm…much younger then. I thought I’d have a tremendous desire to move back to California. I didn’t. The state has become too crowded. I was saddened by the loss of the beautiful, old stucco buildings that were razed to make way for skyscrapers downtown. The same way I’m saddened in my little town that is bent on tearing down our old homes and buildings to make way for progress. I loved all the plants and trees and flowers that don’t grow in the Midwest—bougainvillea, pepper trees, palms, jacarandas… I think my kids were rolling their eyes as I pointed out species of trees and plants. Mexican food! Need I say more? I haven’t stumbled on any truly great Mexican restaurants in my area yet, but there’s always hope. If you’re in San Diego, stop by Miguel’s in Point Loma, you won’t be disappointed. These are just random thoughts. It is good to go, but it is oh, so good to be home.