I suppose you could think, based on this picture, that you're looking at Florida, but you'd be wrong. I won't be in Florida until Labor Day weekend.
My trip to Anaheim for my uncle Tom's funeral was the expected mix of tears, laughter, tears, and over-eating that one expects of a funeral. I loved seeing my cousins, aunts and my one remaining uncle on my mom's side of the family, but it was a sad sad sad two days.
I'd only been to southern California once before, back in 1992, and arriving Wednesday evening I was struck again by how truly lovely the weather is. It almost makes me understand why people choose their home based on climate.
Due to the reason for my trip, I didn't do anything touristy, but my close proximity to Disneyland meant I could see the nightly fireworks from my room at the Doubletree.
Here's a little something I thought you might enjoy. It's a picture of a picture (yes, very high res) of me with my cousin Tracie and her Cabbage Patch dolls, taken in the summer of 1985 or 1986. (Hard to believe that this little girl is now the young woman who picked me up at the Organge County airport on Wednesday.)
As you may recall, I taught tennis in the summers, and I was blond and tan.
I'd totally tap that. You know, if I were 19 again. And that wasn't me.
That's not a strange thing to say, is it?