Down a New Road.

Dawn of a new life.

I'm home, got in last night around 8:30 and just laid around, not wanting to go right to bed, so I just relaxed. Played on my computer, and then headed for bed. 

As I laid there, reviewing the past days in California, I realized that even with the added expense while we were on this trip, it was a good trip. 

The drive to Cali, and the time with my daughters turned out to be one of the best healing times we had. Being footloose and fancy free. I was able to relax and enjoy the time. 

With the simple fact of living with son, we didn't have a choice as to if we'd talk, or when, it would happen. As I've said before, son is a vocalizing machine. I think the only time he isn't exercising his vocal cords is when he is asleep. 

We've had resolved many resentments over the passed years, especially when Sweetie was getting down the Road to Dementia Town. It seems that was a catalyst to get and forgive things. Then, with that fact of living together for the next 5 days only added to the healing time.

Monday

With the car in the shop, there is a need to get daughter/husband a rental car. It was one of those list of things to do. After we got the them a rental car, it was off to Knott's Berry Farm. It was on my list of memories one more time. 

This time I was able to close the door on a old memory, and open a new door on a new memory. This time, because of my new son in law, we had lunch at the farm. It was in Knott's Chicken Restaurant. Me and Sweetie usually had a funnel cake, and milk, then we crossed the road and worked our way back to the car. 

After lunch we walked only one side of the shops and then headed for our cars. 

It never rains in California, unless your a tourist and have outside things to do. Which son did. Headed back to Huntington Beach to do some shopping. 

It rained lightly as we walked the streets of Huntington Beach, in and out of shops until he found what he wanted, and I got a travel mug, wasn't going to be out done. 

After our shopping was done, what next? How about a movies. Looked up and headed out to see "Lost City". A romantic comedy. Just what I needed. A good comic relief was in good order. 

After the movie, off to the oldest daughter's for dinner. 

She made tacos for us. She had asked what I'd wanted. Tacos! I haven't had home made tacos in so long. The hot oil, the soaking tortilla, folding them into somewhat of a half taco, meat, lettuces, tomatoes, cheese, hot sauce. Refried beans, Spanish rice. What a feast!!

Time with daughter's family and the granddaughters, was something to behold and enjoyed. Then it was too soon for us to head home. 

On the way home, son and I talked about smoking a cigar. Google is wonderful, in a matter of seconds, found a cigar shop, and headed to it. 

When we got home, there is a nice patio in front of our place, and that is where we smoked our cigars. 

As the smoke worked its magic, son and I were talking about stuff that has been buried for sometime. Stuff that you forget about, and at the right time, it comes out. We talked, smoked, and talked some more. 

At the end of the smoking, we hung our clothes outside to air out. Didn't want to bring the odor into the place. 

Friday

After we got up, the conversation was, "I'm  ready to go home, how about you?" and of course the answer was, "Yes." 

Quickly packing up, I realized I left my phone at daughter's place. Son made the calls, and we got over there and got my phone. 

On the road, worked our way through morning rush hour traffic, and on to the open road, and home.

As we left Dementia Town, there was a time when the sunset was in my mirrors, and it seemed a fitting site for me. For after all, we had been traveling there for a long time. The journey is over, the need to say "Goodbye" has been accomplished, and I can start again. Down a New Road, where I'll Keep My Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.