
Okay, so I left San Diego at 3:30 this morning, to beat the traffic in LA, and to maybe catch a sunrise for you… because I know you hate to get up that early. Yes, I took these while I was driving… which is bad… and I used my old camera, which takes bad photos in dim lighting. Also, the reason I was driving through the pass of the mountains to the North of LA as the sun came up is bad. I had to go visit my mom. No… that isn’t why it’s bad… shame on you.

At my older daughter’s wedding just a few weeks ago, I joked with everyone… an old joke that I still love… that I liked wearing the suit for something other than funerals and court appearances. Well, since then, I have been to one funeral for a close relative of my wife’s… never mind who… and I am now sitting in my mom’s living room because there is another funeral I have to go to tomorrow. Yes, two since the wedding… and no… I don’t have any court dates coming up, as far as I know… yet.

A neighbor that I have known my entire life has passed away. He fought in World War Two, and was a great guy.

The good news is that I get to spend a few days with my mom… when she gets back from wherever the heck she is… She has quite a social life for someone creeping up on 100 years of age.

Anyway, I need a shower and a nap. It is a beautiful day here in the Bay Area. Not a cloud in the sky, and about 80 degrees… oh yeah. I will have photos of any adventures I have, babies or dogs that I meet, friends that I see, and whatever else catches my fancy. Between that, I will do some of my regular, weird posts, work on the last few chapters of my newest novel, maybe do some watercolor painting, and other things.

Oh, and as I was driving through the long, boring Central Valley, I saw this weird bar of smoke… or skinny dark cloud… or flock of birds… or… something. I really should have put the battery in the good camera and put it on the seat beside me like I usually do.









It’s amazing how some people don’t get together until someone they all know dies. This used to happen to my parents all the time. I can’t recall the number of situations where a relative or old friend passed away, and my father would say something like ‘we need to get together,’ or ‘you need to get together.’ And everyone would concur – but never do it. Until someone else died.
I agree, but I did talk to him during mu Christmas visit, and all our family visited them. My brother, who lives with my mom, helps… helped… them out all the time. But I do know what you mean. You have to say what you need to say while you can.