I’ve just re-read through all my cruise posts. I must have had a wonderful time! Thanks for all the comments while I was gone. It was fun to read those, too…. except for friends getting laid off. That is not fun. Several other radio acquaintances in other cities got whacked by “the man” last Tuesday. You know the funniest thing about the layoffs? The family that owns the company is good friends with the Bush family. I had predicted a few weeks ago that they would save their layoffs until they fell under the Obama administration. Sure enough, just like in 1981 when the American prisoners held by the Iranians were freed once Reagan had took the oath of office, the company saved their 1800 layoffs until they could blame it on the new president.
It has been a busy week since we got back from the cruise. But first, I guess I should finish the trip. We had considered going to lunch at Hotel del Coronado, but that all fell through and, as it turns out, it was great that it did. We ended up walking around Little Italy in San Diego. No, I didn’t know there was a Little Italy in San Diego either! Marcia Ball and her band were showing us the ropes on what to do with our gear and suitcases until flight time and she recommended walking the few blocks to Little Italy. We did. San Diego is just a gorgeous city and I hadn’t seen it in about 20 years. I think of Austin as so “un-winter-like” with our wildflowers still along the roadsides and in my garden and our roses still in bloom, waiting for the first hard freeze. But San Diego, winter just doesn’t exist! The weather was perfect, maybe a little misty and cool in the morning, but then the sun came out and it was beautiful. In Little Italy there was a Farmer’s Market going on in the street. REAL California strawberries that reminded me of a long-ago trip to Salinas with my best friends Sandy and Connie and Sandy’s mom where we picked buckets of strawberries and ate as many as we wanted… both in the field and back at the house. REAL California almonds that reminded me of the almond trees–and their scent!– along the roads near Half Moon Bay when I drove out to California with my friend Ann in the 80s when she moved to San Francisco.Â And REAL California oranges and juice. We partook of the OJ and discovered what OJ is supposed to taste like. They also had avocados! Nothing like what we tolerate as avocados here. They had bread and pesto and flowers and gifts and jewelry, too. We found plenty to enjoy. We discovered all residents of Little Italy must have a dog with them at all times. We saw every kind of dog known to man. We found a little Italian grocery store. There is a great Italian grocery and restaurant up in the Triangle in Austin that is only pretending to be what THIS store was. Amazing tiny grocery stocked full of pasta and olive oils and tomatoes and things you NEED for dinner. And behind the grocery was a restaurant! Oh my. I only wish we had been more hungry to have tried more things. We had a delicious REAL pizza. I won’t be able to order from Papa John’s or Pizza Hut or even Austin Pizza for a long time. This was the real deal.
Okay, so you get the idea that Little Italy was a great experience. It started making me thinking of a weekend trip just to San Diego to see Balboa Park and the zoo and have more of that pizza.
Mark and I were on separate planes back to Austin so Marsha and I flew together and discussed the trip thew whole way home. My friend Denise (who has been reading and commenting on the blog!) picked us up and took us home. I dropped off my bags, went to the grocery for milk and bread and boloney, and went back to the airport to get Mark.
Sunday posed a real dilemma. When you’ve quickly gotten used to having all the food in the world at your fingertips, it sure was difficult to get back to routine of having nothing to eat. I had bought some English muffins so we reluctantly ate them with our coffee. Later we went out for Mexican food. Yum. When we were eating the delicious pizza we were thinking how fat we’d be if we lived in a neighborhood with a pizza place like that. I said, “Yes, they may have pizza in San Diego, but we’ve got the best Mexican food.” Then, of course, I thought of San Diego’s proximity to Tijuana and I can assume that they probably have good Mexican food, too.
After my week of being moderately seasick, Mark got seriously seasick or flu-ey or something on Monday. He had all of the worst symptoms that I, fortunately, had not had. Fortunately he had them on dry land and not on the ship, but he was sick. Really sick. He even missed his Monday night gig. He had had to miss it for the cruise and that was the first time he had missed since Daddy’s funeral, more than two years ago. It may have been only the second time he’d ever missed at all. So he was really looking forward to being back, but he was so sick he knew he couldn’t do it.
I thought it was funny and typical Monday night. I think women will laugh at this. Mark stayed home being sick all day. I went on to work. I stopped by the grocery on the way home to get Sprite and other things to make him feel better. He called and someone had suggested he drink Pedialyte, which turned out to be a good suggestion, so I got that, too. I came home. On Monday especially, I have a lot of medical transcription to do from home, so I was loaded with work and I had also taken on a new project from another company that I could do from home. So I got Mark taken care of with the Pedialyte and went to work. I would stop and check on him periodically. Then I stopped and made him some chicken noodle soup (some for me, too) and watched some TV with him. Of course, throughout all of this I had also scrubbed toilets and sinks, washed dishes, done laundry, aired out the bed, etc., to kill germs. I told Mark I had to go back to my work. He said, “Aren’t you glad you can do it at home?” One of those mixed emotions deals, for sure!
It has been a busy week with my new projects and catch up on the medical transcription (though it doesn’t seem like they saved any for me while I was out of town). Mark is feeling better and will go back to work tomorrow. And tomorrow nephew #2 is coming to town. He is a guitar player and he found an amp on Craig’s List he’s going to possibly buy and visit us, too. It will be fun to have him here for a night.
What have I forgotten? Many things I am sure. I still haven’t gotten my landlegs back completely and the monitor screen seems to sway to and fro.Â Our neighbor Katie took care of the boys while we were away and they were almost disappointed to see us come back since she spoils them good. I say almost, they have been awfully close for a few days. Wilburt usually stays on his end of the couch and likes for me to be on my end of the couch. I noticed the first night that he edged closer and closer and finally had his little head resting on me.
I’m going to try to keep up the writing. I have a rant about some things musicians should NOT do when they are trying to sell themselves. I had a call today . . . Â Â But that can wait.