That would be the beautiful and fog-swept Santa Cruz mountains, off Empire Grade between the UCSC campus and the wee hamlet of Bonny Doon. We’re (Joe and me, and Karan until a few minutes ago; Jim’s still sound asleep) sprawled on the couch surrounded by the detritus of the last few days’ aggressive relaxation. Multiple cats are watching us.
Today Mom and Dad are coming over from Stockton, boys in tow, to go to the beach and putter around downtown and perhaps enjoy some top-quality taqueria cuisine. Basically, doing all the things we would be doing on a MUCH MORE REGULAR BASIS if we hadn’t been too dumb to buy that cute li’l shabby bungalow we were renting when the owners offered it to us for $269K nine years ago.
Golly-gosh, I miss living here. Redwoods are better for you than sagebrush. No two ways about it.