Vicki and I spent a wonderful three-day weekend at Bodega Bay, walking on the beach, taking long naps, watching DVDs and Olympics at night, and eating out at the Union Hotel in Occidental. The weather was cold and windy, sometimes even rainy, but it was relaxing. Just as there are mountain people and beach people, there are "relax on your vacation" and "get stimulated on your vacation" people. Vicki and I belong to the relax category, which, I believe, frustrated our girls when they were younger. Heck, it probably frustrates them now.
Rae arrived Monday afternoon at Oakland via JetBlue from Long Beach after a couple of days of rollicking with her Los Angeles friends. Her Macintosh has a little problem (it couldn't videoconference) which I managed to turn into a big problem (it wouldn't boot). I hate Macs. Of course, I did something so stupid it defies description: I did not back up her hard drive before starting work. A beginner's error and it embarrasses me. As it turns out it was a hardware failure, so I wasn't really at fault, but still. While she was home, I taught her how to do backups. Let's hope she starts doing them, and then keeps doing them.
Thursday after school, Rae and I rode bikes from the Iron Horse Trail trailhead at South Broadway do Andronicos in San Ramon--a little less than half the 40 mile length of this former SP right-of-way now converted to a multiple use trail. We had a great time, and I learned that Rae used to dread our rides here, but doesn't anymore. It is so cool when children grow up.
Vicki and Rae tried to play tennis on Friday, both in the morning and afternoon. It was cold (for California, which means 50) and a little windy, but the worst part was that all the courts were taken at Meadow Swim and Tennis. It was disappointing to both of them that they could not play tennis, and disappointing to Vicki and me that we pay all these dues for a club we rarely use, and still had the misfortune of not finding a court available.
Those of you who have been paying attention may well remember that Le Petit Nid was once my favorite restaurant in San Francisco--it was a little six-table French place in the Marina just off Lombard in San Francisco (I took you there once, Harrison, remember?) I didn't go that often, and it disappeared between visits.
Well, we don't get over to Lafayette as much since they closed the Park Theater, so imagine our surprise when the venerable hole-in-the-wall pizza place transmogrified into an absolutely delightful six-table Italian restaurant, with great food and real personality of an owner/host. Ask him about his remodeling!
Rae left Saturday morning and I missed her before she was off the ground. Vicki and I feel blessed by God in abundance by the fact that both of our daughters still want to spend time with us.