It's Friday morning and I find myself waking up , yet again, in a humongous bed in a palatial home. This time I am in my aunt and uncles home in Carmal Valley, about 100 miles south of San Francisco. My uncle - like my father - retired from the military. Their wives - my mother and her sister - spent time in Japan as a result and were both greatly impressed by their art and furniture. I'm not sure who's house I'm in! Actually, I think my aunt wins. This place is HUGE!
They must like me here because it was steak and potatoes and a sald for dinner last night. Actually for my second night in a row! Wednesday I went to my neice and her family's home for dinner in Woodland Hills - a suburb on the north side of Los Angeles. Here again I spent the night in a beautiful home with my own quarters upstairs.
My neice's place is built for entertaining. The main floor is big and open with hardwood floors thru-out. Out back is a very nice pool with patios on both sides and a tiki bar. If only more typical California weather had been in play it could have been PARRRRRRTY! But this week has been rainy and in the 50s until today!
Tuesday I actually arrived in the LA area, delivered my restored 1959 Merc Wagon first thing and went up to Granada Hillas (also North LA) to stay with "Kissing Cuzzin" Sam. She's the one immigrating to Israel - next week! As promised before, I will have more detail on that issue after I see her mom this weekend.
I have bounced around all week and it has been fantastic. I will leave a little later this morning and deliver the load I now have just north of San Francisco and then try to find something headed toward Boise, ID. But I will stop first for the weekend near Sacramento and visit Sam's mother.
Right now it's upstairs, assuming I can follow the trail of breadcrumbs I left, and visit some more before heading out.
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