Friday, June 21, 2013
West Coast Whiplash, Part 1
You know when you go on a trip, and things just kind of fall in to place, and everything goes perfectly, and you're like, everything's really coming up Valerie (or, your own name)? Well, that wasn't exactly this trip.
Edie didn't sleep the whole flight out, except for the last hour of our six hour trip, and it was a fitful, sweaty sleep, indeed. Then, she got crazy, mysteriously sick and acted like a lunatic for the first three days. And, my own sleep schedule was topsy-turvy and it wasn't as warm as I wanted and blah blah blah.
However, it was also, totally and completely perfect. My sister came for a visit and we swam and talked and James started a puzzle. Edie pulled out of her slump and felt better and I left her with my mom and got tacos with my brother and sister and pal, and it was perfect. We sat outside and my brother treated and I ate fish tacos to my hearts content (My heart's content that day turned out to be 2 fish, one carne asada).
The Knechts visited on Sunday night for homemade strawberry ice cream and we talked and talked and the time felt too short to have been two hours.
And my little tiny baby niece was promoted from the 8th grade, and it was too jammed to get in to see it, so James and I wandered around my old high school until it was over, then she went to lunch with her mom and the five of us remaining went to in-n-out to celebrate. We toasted James and he treated again and Edie ate ketchup and drank lemonade.
Because here's the thing: you can't get me down. I'm too resilient there. And me in California during the summer? Forget about it; we're unstoppable.