Another Adventure

Thursday it was off to CA to meet up with The Husband and begin our journey home.  These two weeks in the office at the new job have been fairly important for him.  Good thing:  he is thoroughly enjoying the people and his association with them and the work.  I'm so very pleased for him.

Was a tad dismayed to see how long the line was at the airport to get through security.  It wound through the twisty Disneyland-like cordons, past the moving walkways and out the doors into the parking garage.  Good thing:  I not only made it through in good time, but because of some old guy and his issues with the body scanner, they routed me (and about 4 others) through the metal detector.  YAY!

Dinner again with our favorite Ginger at a favorite restaurant - Roy's Hawaiian.  The service was impeccable, food delightful and company so very wonderful.  Good thing:  it was all good.

Got to ride CalTrain - the really-real train that services the peninsula of the Bay Area, about 77 miles.  I love riding trains.  Good thing:  the train runs till quite late at night.

The Baby Bullet Limited Stop Train

The Husband Wanted To Be In The Picture

Leaving San Fran for the drive home we weren't far across the bay when traffic came to a literal screeching halt - trucks' brakes were sending clouds of blue smoke into the sky.  Some poor soul had sent their car onto the verge landing upside down. Gave me the shakes for a couple miles.  Good thing: none of the looky-loos caused more accidents (at least as far as we know.)

I concluded, once again, that not all restroom blow-dryers for the removing of moisture from hands are created equal.  The best ones have tornado like speeds.  Good ones:  at the San Francisco CalTrain restroom and the restroom at the top of Donner Pass.

Fun to see the family in Nevada - loved the new sofas (still chuckle at the fact that to recline requires electricity) loved the chicken soup and loved the hugs.  Again:  all good.

Loved the clear skies and blooming flowers, among them these fun primroses lining the walkway into The Husband's building.

We are home, breathing the awful inversion.  Were greeted warmly by fellow church-goers, hugs from the Grandson and Daughter.  Are grateful for still non-leaking/non-frozen pipes.  The Husband is enjoying his nap and the pork roast smells enticing.  Good thing:  There is no place like home.