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Recovering.....
I've been putting off posting as there have been so many little things happening and so many thoughts in my head that I hardly know where to start in the posting process, but here goes.

Just came off a week with Giant John visiting from Nebraska with his girlfriend Jessica.  Just when you think they can't possibly get any bigger, they do.  He's at least an inch or two taller than his dad and about 30 pounds heavier, taking up most of the cubic feet available in this little place.  It's a bit of a challenge to deal with John after the first exciting 3 days here, because that's when the bloom is off the rose and he reverts into being the immature 20-year-old adult that he is.  Namely, drinking too much of our wine and trying to focus all the attention on himself by constant sarcastic patter while touring the normally tranquil Japanese Tea Gardens in San Francisco.  While waiting in line for brunch in the City he was totally unreasonably bothersome simply because he was hungry, as if he would disappear from the face of the earth if he didn't eat something RIGHT THAT INSTANT.  Never mind that he could have eaten something before we left, but, no, we were going to brunch......at, it turned out, 2:00 PM, which was exactly 6 hours after he became a starving maniac.  Things got a little better after that, until it became necessary to walk through Chinatown with ALL THOSE CHINESE PEOPLE....Laura leading the way in her efficient wending through the crowd and John being deathly afraid of contracting some deadly disease along the way, probably through the open blister he had on his flip-flopped feet which he refused to cover with anything slightly resembling a functional, practical shoe.  Because when you go to California, all you need are shorts and flip flops.  Because it never gets cold in the Bay area.  Yeah.

After spending the time with John and Laura, I started missing my own kids terribly much, which got me down for a couple of days.  Despite the fact I've written Emails and called and left messages for my two California resident children, no one has even bothered to respond, which I do not take as a personal affront because that's just the way they are.  So, anyway, that's gotten me in a funk the last couple of days.  I guess it's time to plan a trip down South.

Condo life continues to amuse me, especially when the resident eccentric is out by the pool.  I am disillusioned, though, by the realization that with urban life comes a certain element of crime that I've never had to deal with before.  It seems that there continues to be some random burglaries of our storage facilities, which is, thankfully, being handled by the local police, but mostly after the fact.  There has been one arrest, and it appears to be the same eccentric guy who stole the receptionist's chair.  At least that's what I gathered from the Walnut Creek Police Log.

But, all in all, I love this little place.

Gene is off to Texas this week, leaving me alone to contemplate the meaning of life and what the heck I can do in it.  I need to find a new obsession pastime.  Once I get out of this funk, I intend to do just that.

Wish me luck....