The days are, as always, just flying. I'm working on some projects I can't share with you, because they are or will be gifts; some quilting, some embroidery. I have only spent an hour or so rug hooking since I arrived, and soon I'll be packing up my cutter and shipping it back to NM.
After I left here for NM back in 1993, some changes happened in my neighborhood. A commuter rail station and a bus transfer station were installed one block over, just up from the coast highway. At the time, the meetings the residents were invited to got quite contentious, and I must say that few of us were on board for the project. It turned out, however, to be a wonderful thing, and really didn't disrupt our neighborhood anymore than the increasing automobile traffic has.
Sunday afternoon, I treated my grandson and myself to a train trip to downtown San Diego. I thought we'd walk around the harbor and visit the ship that was used for some of the filming for the Pirates of the Caribbean movies (The Star of India). However, once we got down there and my grandson discovered his favorite sea food restaurant had a presence down there, the tall ship lost precedence to a kettle of steamed clams and mussels. He has been eating them since he was a little baby; it always floors the wait staff when he orders them. I just love it, to see someone so young find so much joy in an unusual meal.
PS: Don't ask me why I am including the photo of the old lamp post. I just liked it.