Home Alone

OK, now that everyone reading this is working up some sympathy for me (or not), it wasn't really all that bad. Virginia flew to San Diego Thursday to spend some time with her sister, Susan, working on their folks place in a retirement mobile home park in Carlsbad. The mobile home will eventually be leased to some family friends, but for now the main task is to sort through years and years of accumulated memories and stuff, finding hidden treasures and discarding or giving away much of the rest. Susan had accompanied Kent on a conference trip, so it was a good time for VJ to join forces with her to get some work done.

My guess is it was also a good time for them to just catch up... talk a little... walk on the beach... talk a little more... and... well... finish each day with a good talk. The ongoing task at the double-wide is far from complete, but thanks to Susan's previous efforts, they were able to get a lot done this weekend.

And, what is a visit to beautiful Carlsbad without a pic or two. It's only about a half mile walk from the mobile home to the spot below on the cliffs overlooking the beach. A climb down the stairs puts you pretty close to the water at high tide.

Virginia got home safely this afternoon in more than enough time for us to make it to our small group this evening. And... now I'm no longer home alone.