In Olde Monterey
It was foggy and cool in Monterey, and after the aquarium we went to a very nice yarn shop in Pacific Grove. I got some patterns and Melissa bought a cool ball of flappy yarn. Even Abby bought something, a book on baby afghans, since she is trying her hand at crochet. We ate lunch on the fisherman's wharf, walking all the way down to the end to a place called, I think, Rappa's or something like that. All along the way, guys were standing in the door of restaurants handing out free samples of clam chowder, so I tried them all. At the restaurant I had fish and chips and it was excellent. I tried his cajun snapper, and while good, I don't think I would like a whole plate of it.
We drove home through Castroville and fields of artichokes and strawberries, and it got steadily hotter inland. The temperature in the house was over ninety. I would assume it was very very hot here while we were gone, but after a night of the AC going full blast, it is nice inside again. Abby and her dad left this morning for the new college year, so I dropped them off at the airport and drove home with the sun right in my eyes. Melissa is off to church, but I am tired from getting up at the crack of dawn to drive to the airport, so I am cleaning house and setting the kitchen up until she comes back. We are going to do clay today, so I had to set up the clay oven and find my paint. My clean up of the sewing room is beginning to bear fruit, because my paint was right there in a nice clear container(s).
Work is going to suck royally for the next three days, as they want me to renew my skills (!) such as they think they are, on the recording desk, the job I hate the most in all the world. If they told me I would have to go clean the men's room, I would like it better. OK, done whining.