It’s Saturday morning, August 30th, 7:26 am. It’s taken me all week to get caught up on my rest. It sure has felt good to wake up naturally, without the “aid” of a blankety-blank alarm clock. This is our last morning at Twin Lakes. The week has flown by, as per normal. It’s been great to be with Linda. We just don’t see her enough, and must do something about that. I’ve been pretty good about the TV, watching only perhaps an hour a day, mostly the U.S. Open. So, we’ve had some quality time to talk. Ditto regarding Rosie. She and Drew are our really good friends from Ventura County, but we left there in 2005. Since then Rosie sightings have been rare, but, as Sheila said to Rosie last night, “It feels like we know you again.” We should take more vacations…. So yesterday was pretty kick back. We intended to go into Bridgeport for breakfast, but in true Pomeroy fashion, breakfast turned into an early lunch. Then, drum roll please, the girls noticed a thrift shop. Oh – my – gosh, how is it possible to spend 100 minutes in a 300 square foot store? I bought an LA Dodger cap for $1.00 and was done in two minutes. I spent the next 98 minutes sitting on a bench outside watching the traffic go by. I mean, I heard two more hymns from that bell tower! F-i-n-a-l-l-y, they emerged, burdened with stuff that would have cost $200 at Macy’s. Our total outlay was about $22. There is something to be said for thrift stores…. Next came the big event of the day: while the girls explored the river that exits the Lower Twin Lake, I drove back to Bridgeport to do two loads of laundry! This is the truth Kay Short! I’m not bragging, but I haven’t done laundry since, well, I can’t remember when! Even when Bob Crossan and I were living together in the late 1960s, every Wednesday night we’d go to our respective parent’s home for dinner, and our Moms would do our laundry. Yes, we had it made. Anyway, I wasn’t sure which machines were the washers, and which were the dryers. Worse, which machine does the soap go in? Our clothes were definitely at risk. Back at the cabin, I asked Sheila if I did a good job, and her “Yes, dear,” was music to my ears…. While dinner was being made, Linda and I finally had a chance to play catch. Linda’s six years of playing softball really helped us bond, so these too infrequent episodes of “try to handle this one” are more fun than one would think. We may play catch again today, and if we do we’ll take the wraps off and try to break the 100 mph barrier…. Later today, and much too soon, Linda and Rosie will return home while Sheila and I head to Stockton. Tomorrow morning we’ll board a houseboat along with Sheila’s sister Debbie, her husband Carl, and Sheila’s mother Hattie. I think the scenario will be: more food and less exercise. If there is wifi on the lake (or river, or delta) these literary concoctions will continue. If not, I’ll save them in Word and publish them at the rate of one a day when we get home. Home…hmmmm…I’m still not ready to come back. So glad it’ll be at least another week before I see most of you. Signing off from Twin Lakes and Bridgeport, I remain your domestic vacation reporter, Jerry.
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 03:02:23 +0000
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