Since I have two days off this week, I've decided to hop on Amtrak and take the train to San Diego to visit MamaMia and her Marine.
I've packed the aran sweater, the green pullover for Kiti, blue yarn for a little scarf, and I'm considering stuffing in the blue cashsoft sweater. I have some mags to share with MamaMia and a book I'm supposed to be reading for a test I have to take in December.
I have my cell phone, charger, camera, laptop, toothbrush. I should pack a change of clothes, too, huh?
The Professor is going to meet me in Los Angeles at Union Station on Saturday so we can attend the marriage celebration of two friends at 3pm in the South Bay.
At least these are the plans, if I survive Halloween in Kindergarten class.
I pulled off the freeway after work to check out the rose bushes. I'm thinking I might wait a bit to get the Iceberg roses. I won't be able to plant anything for at least a month--too many commitments until after Thanksgiving. Can I still plant roses in December or January in Southern California?
The Professor showed me something interesting in the newspaper today. He found a map of the areas burned by the Santa Clarita fire last week. We knew that the street where his family lived in the 1960s lost some houses in the fire. What the map showed was that the neighborhood where we lived for a year in the early 1980s also lost houses--three in the cul-de-sac where we lived and the two houses on the hill behind our house. I wonder who lives there now, and if any of the neighbors we knew still live there.