Ride of his life.

On the beach.

 

I'm home again. Got home last night, and was glad to be home again. I would consider my trip successful. Which is easy when you don't have very many expectations while I was there. 

The one thing I wanted to do was to return to Huntington Beach pier, and say good bye to Sweetie again. So, on Friday night, I headed to the pier, with Sweetie in my pocket. It was cold and windy and I was glad I had brought a long sleeve shirt to wear. 

California is famous for its June Gloom with foggy mornings, warm afternoons, and chilly windy evenings. Knowing this I planned ahead. 

As I waked the pier, talking to Sweetie, watching the folks bundled up or huddled together on the rails of the pier. Because the wind was blowing on shore, the fisherman were on the south side of the pier. 

When I got to the end, it was empty, so it made my saying good bye was easy. As I stood at the rail, ashes in hand, with a tear in my eye, I took the top off, and added her to the ocean one more time. 

With my mission completed, I headed for the shore. Two things happened that night, the first, I felt good about adding her to the ocean again, and the idea that this will be a deed that needs to be done every time I come here until she is all gone, to be waiting for me to come to her. 

Daughters and Tweety

As for the rest of my visit, it began with the entry into a neighborhood car show. My youngest told me about a neighborhood car show, and wanted to add Tweety to the show. So, on Wednesday evening, we were there. Had a wonderful time. Didn't win anything, but the admiring looks of those wanting to see the newest Corvette. 

While I was here, played 3 days of golf, went to meetings, and raced Tweety on  P.C.H., attended an Angele game with family. 

Sunday, took oldest to church, because she was singing, she needed to be there for rehearsal. She told me that she hasn't had a chance to ride in Tweety, and wanted her turn and wasn't going to miss this opportunity to get it. 

So much happened when we got to church. One of the best was the Pastor's son. He has autism. Turns out, his favorite car just happens to be a Yellow Corvette. When asked if I would show him the car, no problem. It was when he got into the passenger's seat, buckled in, and was ready. 

OK, off we went. Before I got to the street, asked if "You want to go fast?" "Yes." and off we went, burning rubber as we went. He was hooting and cheering as I took him for a ride of his life. Then a trick speedy move back into the parking spot to finish the ride. It was great for both of us. 

After church, oldest granddaughter and her boyfriend wanted to take me to lunch. We went to In&Out. Two young kids, and it was her boyfriend who wanted to get to know me better. I was flattered. Talked movies, life, finances and what they are planning. I listened and told them what Sweetie and me went through and the life lessons I learned. After lunch, I got my hugs, and handshakes, and headed home.

When I left for California, New Mexico was very dry. No rain in over 6 months. When I came back, I drove through rain and thunderstorm. It seemed that while I was in California, New Mexico has been experiencing rain for the past week. Needless to say, my lawn is lush and green and in need of a mowing.

From the time Driver and me got into the car and headed to California. I was excited to make the trip. We had planned this together, when to leave, what to do, and when to come home. I trusted Him to keep me safe and have a adventure to remember. After all, we are on the Road to New Life, and Keeping My Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.