After Dave and Mike unloaded the desk, and I slipped Matt his birthday gift, we took off to go home on back roads. We found a nice restaurant in Upper Lake, visited a few shops, then moseyed home. I did find some old needlework pamphlets in an antique shop, including one from 1947. After this, it was my turn to drive, which unfortunately turned out to be through the mountains on windy road, which freaked me out a bit, so after about 90 miles of this, he took over and we arrived in Calistoga. While looking for the usual amenities, we found a lovely, really special little museum all about the town's resort beginnings, and with really excellent dioramas, much better than the ones you usually see. Then on to St. Helena, which is now very yuppie and upscale, but we were remembering when our friend used to live there and work for Charles Krug Winery, and we had visited him there a time or two. It was interesting to see how the town has changed.
When we got home, the neighbors had pretty much finished moving, so we have been wondering when the new guys are moving in. They tell us that two gay fellows are moving in next door, which has cheered up the neighborhood quite a bit. It is a bit of a stereotype, but we are all hoping they fix the house up, and expecially the yard, more than the previous owners did. We watch HGTV, and it is the gay partners that have the fabulous houses and put a lot of effort into it, so we are hoping.
Today will be taken up with church, cleaning the girls' room, and making an angelfood cake with the freshlaid eggs Auntie M gave me to take home. They never had the going-away luncheon for the pastor, because his father-in-law died last week so they had to leave town in a hurry. Don't know now if the congregation will ever get to say goodbye. We got a letter that says something about interim pastors while they do a search, so at least things are happening.
He tells me my spam is getting cold, so better go eat my gourmet breakfast (ummm, spam).