It's funny-- we keep saying, "We're just going to go down there and relax," but, uh, we seem to be doing an awful lot.
Monday was a little scary-- ZoomBoy had a fever and as nice as the time share is, I was thinking, "Okay, gonna spend a whole lot of time here."
Although, while at the beach, ZB chivalrously chased a group of seagulls and a squirrel named Rigby away from someone's picnic, and they got revenge.
Seagulls--Francis in Familiar Demon said it best: Garbage birds.
Anyway-- so Wednesday we went to Balboa Park which is lovely, but it is apparently even lovelier on a spring day. First I dragged the family through the Timkin gallery, which was apparently something outlawed by the Geneva convention and I was unaware. Now I know. By the way, there is nothing--and I mean NOTHING--more embarrassing than having your coffee, erm, hit your digestive system while in the bathroom in a fine art gallery.
When people are knocking.
And you're left shouting, "I'll be out as soon as I can! The toilet paper isn't coming out as it should!"
Yeah. We classed the joint up, can you tell?
Anyway-- Balboa Park was all the things-- the Natural History museum, the arboretum, the rose garden, and the smaller fine art museum. (The larger one was closed on Wednesday--much to the fam's relief.) It was food trucks on a bright afternoon and music and an overpriced gift shop and the kids being awful and yet delightful at the same time.
Wednesday was a good day.
Today Mate took me to a yarn store.
After that we went to a craft brewery restaurant (Stone Rippers, I think) for Mate, and he might have gotten away with just a taste flight of beer and called it a day, but there was a glitch with my meal, so they refired it (and took it off the bill) and offered Mate four more tasters and a 10 oz of something called Arrogant Bastard in a gesture of "good will".
We were feeling the good will, and I drove us back.
Which was fine.
Mate found a back way that had not a damned thing to do with 5 and we called it good.
Now tomorrow is the beach again and maybe a baseball game. I'm sort of hoping now. I want to be good and rested up for the trip home on Saturday.
I really want to see my dogs again.
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