HOME AGAIN, HOME AGAIN...

Just back from two weeks in San Diego. Always glad to go, always glad to come home and sleep in my own bed. I'm always sleep deprived and stressed that we're not going to get in all the errands, doctor's visit's, lab visit's, trip's to Costco, seeing John's family, and all the other dozen's of things they have me do. The first week was great. Sally, my best friend of 40 years and sister-in-law, met in Laguna Beach for one night, followed by a visit at her dad's house. That was just spectacularly fun! The second week, I had a 40 hour migraine, a trip to the e.r., and a raging infection that knocked the crap out of me. Me, the retired chef, did not cook ONE meal while I was there. Bad daughter! But I did manage to get everything done but one errand involving a broken clock, so I'm glad about that. The first weekend I was there, I was talking to John about just wanting to see my mom every day. We talked about it for awhile, and the next day when I was talking to him again, he said we should move back to the mainland and live close by and just do what we need to do. Take care of them until it is their time to go. I couldn't believe my ears, but he had been thinking about it A LOT and thought it was time to do it. His dad is 87 and he has a sister nearby, plus two best friends living there. SO, we will move back to San Diego sometime around September and come back to Hawaii to retire. We're both really excited!