La Jolla is wonderful, as always. We always threaten not to come back home, though reality is, Cali is a great place to visit. The weather is fabulous and it seems like no one has a job. People are out cycling and running all the time. Of course, many are on vacation, but it seems like everyone here lives a life of leisure!
We love to go to The Rock Church when we’re here. It is such a diverse mix of people and personalities. Pastor Tommy speaks about our pride and how it gets in the way of loving others. Isn’t that the truth! I slip down in my seat a bit, realizing everyone else around me is doing the same collective slide! His challenge is to remind ourselves, before we act/ react that we say, I love you (to ourselves about that person). I find myself testing this theory many times over as the day wears on! It certainly gives me a new perspective.
We love to go to Karl Straus when we’re here- a brewery restaurant. They make a yummy hefewizen and you can get ½ gallons to take home. Since Poppa is here visiting, we all crowd into the Suburban. Poppa is such a sport- offering to ride in between Carter and Jack’s carseats in the middle row. The kids insist on watching Mamma Mia (such smart little children) on the ride over, so the screen is down. After a wonderful meal, it’s time to head home. Imagine the chaos of 7 people climbing into a Suburban (picture a barrel of monkeys). Poor Poppa, swings into the middle seat and nails his head on the aforementioned screen and drops the “S” bomb. There are times when no other word will do and I’ll grant this one to him for sure. It sounded painful!
There is silence in the truck. Mom is a stickler for language, not allowing words that a lot of other people consider common. We hold our breath- wondering when this nifty new word will be coming out of the mouths of babes. Jack laughs with delight and says, “Poppa, you’re full of….(we all gasp)… sugar!” His delivery was so convincing, I was already working on my stone face- which cracked automatically!
We love to go to The Rock Church when we’re here. It is such a diverse mix of people and personalities. Pastor Tommy speaks about our pride and how it gets in the way of loving others. Isn’t that the truth! I slip down in my seat a bit, realizing everyone else around me is doing the same collective slide! His challenge is to remind ourselves, before we act/ react that we say, I love you (to ourselves about that person). I find myself testing this theory many times over as the day wears on! It certainly gives me a new perspective.
We love to go to Karl Straus when we’re here- a brewery restaurant. They make a yummy hefewizen and you can get ½ gallons to take home. Since Poppa is here visiting, we all crowd into the Suburban. Poppa is such a sport- offering to ride in between Carter and Jack’s carseats in the middle row. The kids insist on watching Mamma Mia (such smart little children) on the ride over, so the screen is down. After a wonderful meal, it’s time to head home. Imagine the chaos of 7 people climbing into a Suburban (picture a barrel of monkeys). Poor Poppa, swings into the middle seat and nails his head on the aforementioned screen and drops the “S” bomb. There are times when no other word will do and I’ll grant this one to him for sure. It sounded painful!
There is silence in the truck. Mom is a stickler for language, not allowing words that a lot of other people consider common. We hold our breath- wondering when this nifty new word will be coming out of the mouths of babes. Jack laughs with delight and says, “Poppa, you’re full of….(we all gasp)… sugar!” His delivery was so convincing, I was already working on my stone face- which cracked automatically!
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