I’m tired this morning, but it’s a good tired.
Friday night, our SIL called, they were in Blythe, staying the night, then coming for a visit. They’d be down Saturday, spend a couple of nights, then head on back to Colorado.
Saturday morning I cleaned the house, just in case, and late that afternoon, we went over to visit. Made plans for Sunday, Brian and I wanted to go to the Wings Over Gillespie airshow in El Cajon, then we were going up to Ranchita. Brian had an extra saw up there that his brother could use.
We got out of the airshow early, then came home, rested up a little, then went over to Brian’s mom’s house. After much discussion (and I use the word “much” lightly) it was decided that we’d all go to Ranchita and take three vehicles, picking up Stephen’s daughter and her boyfriend on the way up and have dinner at the Sizzler in Ramona on the way down. Mark and Judy took their truck because they were going to go look at a car for sale for Judy. Brian and I went up in the Escape and Stephen and Joanne and Brian’s mom went in Stephen’s truck. Mary and her boyfriend would be riding with Stephen. Since we knew dinner would be later and we’d only had a bowl of cereal for breakfast (before we went to the airshow) and a banana after, we were kind of hungry and I said that maybe we could get lost and hit a drive through. Brian just bust out laughing and we hit Jack in the Box. Brian drives a little faster than Mark, who was in the lead, and we caught up to the rest of the group in short time. Brian’s mood improved with food.
We got up to the property, walked around, I wanted to go to the top of the road, but no one wanted to go with me. Brian told me to drive up. I thought about it, then said “I’m driving!” and Brian’s mom and the wives jumped into the car and up we went. We stopped at the top of the hill, got out and looked around. Then we said “okay, we’ve looked, let’s go back down”. This was a problem. I had to turn around.
I've never felt comfortable backing up and Judy jumped out and started directing me and she did a great job. Laughing at me, because I was so nervous "it's nothing, you can do it!" she urged me on. I did get turned around and none of us died. *laughing* Back at the campsite we visited some more, Stephen got his saw and we all piled in our cars and headed down the road. Brian and I stopped at the The Apple Pie Shop in Santa Ysabel and got bags of the little pie crust things that had sugar on them.
We pulled into the Sizzler in Ramona (almost hitting a couple of asshat motorcyclists who were seriously considering passing us on a double yellow line, which these clowns seem to think nothing of) and had a nice meal. Mark had a steak, he said it was one of the best he’s ever had out, cooked to perfection. Mary’s Mark had a huge cheeseburger. The rest of us had the endless salad bar. The poor waiter got yelled at a couple of times (joking yelling, not angry yelling, just giving the guy a bad time; he was laughing, we were laughing), meal finished, we left the restaurant, I go the goodie bags and handed those out. We came home and settled down a little, then Stephen and Joanne came by to pick up another saw that Brian wasn’t using and we visited some more. Joanne sounded interested in the hillbilly punch. Since we were going over to visit that night, I made up a batch and we took it with us when we went over to visit. Since we didn’t know when we’d see them again, we wanted to see them while we could.
Brian’s mom like the punch. Well, everybody did. Stephen doesn’t drink alcohol, so he didn’t want any, but everyone else liked it. We visited some more, then came home.
I got the cats in, fed them and gave Mickey his fluids. We went to bed about 10:30. During the night, I woke up to the sound of the wind blowing in the trees and I thought “is that rain I hear?” Woke up this morning to clear skies and wet ground. It rained while we were sleeping.
It was a great weekend.
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