Got a late start due to "Shorty" (my husband's vehicle) breaking down on his way to the cat-food store the morning of our departure. Had to have it towed home, again. This makes, what, the seventh time this year? We are seriously considering trading Shorty in for a VW Camping Van. Hear that, Shorty? Yeah, you.

Drove in to Sis's drive with Gram's desk just as the cloud broke. We were soaked but after a Turkish towel rub-down the desk was no worse for the wear. Sue and I poured over the Peruvian Highland yarn that had just arrived a day or two earlier and decided to trade in the smoky blue for pumpkin spice--I've consigned her to crochet a few wool afghans with southwest design/colors for Ghost Pony  Gallery. After we reviewed her initial choices (she'd substituted one color already) I noticed that her current choices resulted in a red, white, and blue afghan. While I really have nothing against our flag (except for the fact it's plastered everywhere and I think it deserves more respect than that) I just don't think that color combination screams "Southwest!" We agreed Pumpkin Spice was more what we were looking for. 

Then on to a bedroom community near LA where close friends of ours have welcomed Baby Jane into their robust and active family. She's adorable. I held her and she didn't even cry. At least not at first. But you must remember, the last time I held a baby I was only 20 and it was my half sister Lorri. She's now 31 with five kids of her own. Scary huh. (You notice I didn't say which part.)

From there we mapquested to our next destination. It completely did not match the verbal directions. I tried Google. Ohmigod, so exact, it filled in tiny details the person living there forgot. So we made our way up to Calabasas, in the Santa Monica Hills to pick up my artwork that has been langushing around two or three LA s for upwards of a year. I say langushing because I've been informed it actually did not receive the exposure I was promised. All's well that ends well I say, and it's safely home and is just the right size for display in GPG. 

That said, husband, cats, and I are enjoying a glass of wine (OK, the cats got catnip, we don't allow them to drink) and are putting our feet up this evening in anticipation of the coming week's errands and packing activities.