Here it is: the last blog entry of the year. But I'm not ready to tote up the days and the happenings of 2010 and declare them to be of a certain quality. I think I'll have my taxes done long before I get a real handle on what 2010 was for me.
To celebrate its departure, Steve and I went up to Pismo Beach for a couple of days earlier this week. We got to visit with my sister Kittie and her husband David. We had a lovely Italian dinner with them Monday evening. Steve had shrimp and scallops and got extremely ill later that night. After about 11 hours of sleep, and he was feeling much better, so we headed out.
On Tuesday, we drove up to Cambria, since Steve had never been, and stopped in at Seekers Art Glass Gallery to see if we could get a couple more tumblers by Esteban Prieto.
No such luck. They were out of stock, so we drove slow down Main Street and drove past Dr. Tinkerpaw's house on Nitwit Ridge. We didn't stop for any food, since Steve was still feeling a little queasy.
By the time we reached Morro Bay, he had enough of an appetite to stop at one of the Foster's Freezes of my youth. We got milkshakes, which has always been my chicken-soup for food poisoning and/or hangovers.
After, we went down to the Embarcadero to window shop and kill some time before our dinner date. (I only seem to take pictures when I'm standing on a dock in Morro Bay. Here's a chunk of video):
Late afternoon-early evening, we got together with Lisa Woske at Pepe Delgado's in San Luis Obispo for a round of drinks and some dinner. Steve braved the Albonigos soup (which was most agreeable) and I had a taco salad. Lisa had a large burrito with the word "Whale" in its name. It was very large, and a hefty remainder went home with her to feed her son, Chris. Steve and I went back to the hotel and kicked back for the evening, listening to the rain as it arrived.
Wednesday morning, the rain had moved on. We packed up and checked out, then stopped by Kittie's office. She introduced us around (getting a real kick out of calling Steve her brother-in-law). After lunch at a deli in the Village, we dropped Kittie back at work and hit the road home.
The rain moved ahead of us as we drove south, following far enough behind never to get wet. The gray clouds were moving out of Pasadena just at the time we got home.
The cats were glad to see us.
For New Year's Eve, we're celebrating at home, as usual. Moving around in Pasadena on New Year's Eve can be tricky. We've got half a cheese log, a wedge of brie and bread and crackers enough for celebration.
Goodbye, 2010. Goodbye.
Can't wait for the Rose Parade and the floats. Much saner and better viewing watching it on HDTV. But maybe next year we'll get some tickets and brave the weather to be there in person.
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