This post has nothing to do with motherhood, or my Grandmother’s passing. Except that since becoming a mother I’ve had less time and money to eat out fancy, and my Grandmother loved a good white-tablecloth restaurant, so tangentially, it fits.
Question: How long does it take to drive to Los Angeles from Oakland, when squiring a newly-minted 4-year-old child?
Important related question: How long did it used to take? (Answer: 4.5 hours—pretend this was written upside-down because that would make it so much more authentic and Wacky-Packs or something and pretend that it doesn’t prove . . . → Read More: answer: 7.5 hours
In the morning, Jonah realized his dream, hatched the night before during the 4 hour drive home from Alamogordo, of creating a “model train” out of cardboard boxes and lengths of rubber band. We had to talk him out of bringing the whole thing home . . . → Read More: and then we came home
What a day! Too tired to download and post photos. Or even explain in a detailed manner.
Best shot:
We slept in the trailer on Aunt Dorothy’s front driveway, woke up and played in said trailer for a while. Went to the Golden Corral all-you-can-eat breakfast (the offerings were astonishing, the floor was greasy, I . . . → Read More: too tired
I will back date this post but I can hardly hold up the ruse as I’ve already written today’s post and as you have seen or will see, I am wringing this info out of one tired brain.
Yesterday we caravan-ed to Great-Great Aunt Dorothy’s in Alamogordo, with the truck pulling the camping trailer which . . . → Read More: yesterday
We actually started before we left town. I picked up a water bottle at Whole Foods with space illustrations on it. (Nevermind that the illustrations are inaccurate: their version of Saturn has a rocky planet surrounded by rings and as EVERYONE knows—except the illustrator hired for . . . → Read More: jonah’s birthday rock(et)s
I’d put the iPhone down, stepped away from my technology to improvise with Linda in her studio, which she built herself (with a little help). When the phone rang at the house during dinner, we ignored it, thinking it was a telemarketer.
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