Don’t you just love it? I’m expecting Lyla to join her cousins, Lana and Calli, who are kid feminists (The Texas kids have shirts that say “I swim like a girl, try to keep up” and “Run like a girl”) This girl will have some great role models when she’s ready to watch and listen.
We left California last Tuesday. It was hard. Much as we were delighted to be going home, I couldn’t stand saying goodbye to that little tiny kid who was just short of two weeks old. She will be so different when we see her in November. I’m lobbying for the Californians to come to Florida in September before Carly goes back to work in October. They probably won’t but we’re hoping.
We flew home on Spirit. We had heard terrible things about Spirit…”You have to pay for everything, even your seat”, “They are never on time”, “There’s no leg room and the seats are so narrow you can’t breathe”, “You have to pay for carry-ons”…etc. etc. Sean said he saw a thing on a website, “Funny things heard around L.A.” saying Heard in LAX, “For those of you who swore you’d never go on Spirit again, Welcome Back.”
So, here’s our take on Spirit. First, thanks, Mary Anne, for telling us you use them all the time. Next, yes, we’d do it again whenever we can get as good a deal as we got coming home. Yes, we paid for our seats ($14 a piece) and yes, they were narrow but there was plenty of leg room. And we bought Pepsi and water and a sandwich before we got on. And yes, we paid to check our luggage (weight limit is 40 pounds, not 50…my suitcase was 39!…my backpack was loaded with books, binoculars, anything heavy…not great but I managed. Usually our bags aren’t so loaded but it had been a month and we had bought a few things and brought a laptop and clothes for every kind of weather.) If you decide to try Spirit and forget to buy something to drink or eat, don’t worry…the prices were not astronomical. And we arrived on time. Yep, we’ll do it again.
That said, the best deals at Thanksgiving were on Southwest. So we’ll use them for our trip to and from L.A. in November.
So we’re home and plan to stick around for a nice long time. The Texans are coming some time around the end of July and staying awhile. Calli and I are heading to New York City for her ten year old trip. We ‘re going to see Wicked and do all the great tourist things. I asked Calli to look at the offerings on the New York Pass and tell me what she’s really interested in. She texted me that the one she’d love to do was the bike tour of Central Park.
My response: “Not gonna happen, kid”. Haven’t been on a bike in 100 years except last year when I decided it was time to start riding again and fell a few blocks from the house. You can go on your own or find some other things to do.” She found a bunch of other things so we’re okay.
I felt badly. I’m really mad that I’m such a wimp about biking. I did try it a couple times because Kate’s sisters gave me Kate’s bike when she left Florida for the last time. I just couldn’t get comfortable with it. And then, once I fell, I got chicken. Kept staring at the bike every time I went out for a little exercise and decided to go for a walk instead. Sigh.
We did FaceTime with Lyla yesterday. She looks bigger every time we see her. I cried.
Books: I absolutely loved Ghana Must Go (thanks, Martha). I liked The Music Shop by Rachel Joyce and I’ll Be Your Blue Sky by Marisa de los Santos (not great literature but sweet stories). And I read Ready Player One by Ernest Cline (also not great literature but I did enjoy it) I want to see the movie about Pope Francis and the one about Mr. Rogers…haven’t done that yet. But summer has just begun.
We’re busy catching up with friends. A good friend opened a gift shop downtown last night. She’s an artist and her work is just so joyful. We loved the opening…seeing her work, her other picks for sale, friends from her mom and dad’s cafe across the street (Croissant and Company) If you’re in downtown Venice, check out Tangi and Jess. Gorgeous things.
Turtle patrol, yoga, book club, Trivia on Tuesday night, breakfasts and lunches with friends, library volunteer work…yes, we lead the good life. How lucky can we get?
One last picture of the family in California. I don’t think they knew I took it. Can you tell they are nuts about their kid (and also very tired)?