Starting a trip — interesting adventures

The adventure started Friday night with a phone call from my mother in law. “Can you drive us up to the cruise terminal in Los Angeles?” It’s only a hundred miles, one way, but they did provide the gas and the car. It’s hard to say no to those kinds of requests; it was not made lightly. So Bob and I drove them up on Saturday, dropped them off at the terminal, and went to play.

Here they are getting ready for their trip.


We started at Port’s O’Call — a tourist / local trap. Bob and I both went there as kids. But we went to different sections — he went to the fish market to have food and my folks went to the other side to look at the shops. Got the chance to take lots of great pictures which I’ll write about later. Saw lots of the kids riding machines, a lobster claw game (terribly sad), and birds on the fishmarket side — lots of life and excitement although a bit grimy. On the fancy side, almost no people, very pretty surroundings, and a spot that provides both funeral and wedding opportunities. In the morning, we saw two funeral parties (burial at sea type stuff) and it looked like they were also setting up for a wedding later in the day. Ironic, but that same spot was spanning the full range of human emotion within a short time period. Depression, sadness, joy, happiness; all strong powerful emotions.

We also visited an art gallery in that section, the best friend of the deceased shop owner talked non-stop for almost 30 minutes about her life. She had dogs all her life, starting at age four because her dad said she could even though her mother hated animals. And she had traveled across the ocean on the Queen Mary with a 4 year old son. Forgot to ask what happened to the kids dad. But she must have been pretty because the Captain took the day off and showed her the engine rooms, the kitchen, and all the working portions of the ship. She painted, was friends with Will Rogers, had a dog that was the great grandson of Trigger, Wills dad, paid 2,000 dollars for the dog more than 15 years ago (probably closer to 20 or more) because she got Will’s signature on a picture. I think the lady must have been very lonely to talk so much.

After Port’s O’Call, we headed south and stopped at IKEA, home of the horsemeat meatballs. Of course, they have cleaned up their act, but I enjoyed them anyway. Bob got a new WOK and I got lots of dishtowels. Successful hunting at the store. I love new dishtowels, they are clean and full of promise. Within a couple of months, they will be stained, ugly, and ready to clean up messes involving car oil, art supplies, or animal fluids. Perhaps some of the really nice smooth ones will still be good for making bread. But the primary reason for stopping — checking out the couch beds wasn’t as successful. I saw some different options, but probably the best one would be making our own trundle bed. A bed where the second mattress is stored underneath the single bed, but comes out to either create a new single bed or can be raised up and bolted to the daybed to create a bed big enough for two people. Will have to think about these plans and perhaps work with Bob to build something like that.


Author: Heres to ART not Cockroaches

Welcome to my life. My life as a mom is changing as the kids grow up, leave home, and build their own lives. This gives me a chance to rebuild myself as an artist, develop a spiritual path, and most fun of all, start going out on dates with my husband. Come here the stories about the small things in life that can make one very happy. Dogs running on a beach, great breakfast dates, kids and their adventures, and my own adventures in this wacky life. I'll share some of my progress in learning art while juggling a full time job as an engineer. And best of all, it's a chance for me to practice writing stories while keeping in touch with my kids. I look forward to hearing from you. Comments, thoughts, and invitations to meet for coffee are all welcomed. Enjoy the stories.

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