So Friday morning I left for San Diego to Teri's place. I stayed the night. The kids loaded the moving van. I was not allowed to help. I followed the kids, they were driving the u-haul truck and I drove Teri's car. We stopped for lunch at Brent's Deli in Northridge, California. If you are in the area and have not eaten there it is a must. With big eyes I ordered the chopped liver appitezier and a cup of mushroom bar.ey soup. After I finished the chopped liver and fresh rye bread I had no room for the soup and cancelled the order for it.
We decided we were too tired to drive, so being the worlds rudest sister I called my brother Glen and asked if we could stay the night at his place. We had a nice talk and caught up on things. I find my sister in law Marla so amazing, she not only runs her own graphic arts business but keeps up with the driving for my 2 active nieces. The girls have just grown so much since we last saw them. They are fantastic parents.
Sunday was the last day of driving to Northern California. We drove through what was once the most productive farm land in the country, too many fields sat empty covered with tumble weeds. Now if someone could figure out a way to get all those big piles of snow from back east and drop it on the Sierra's or in the almost dry lakes things might get a little better. We have a national highway system, why can't we have a national water system. Harris Ranch had lots of cows. Yes I said that there would be cows. We arrived at our destination and the kids unloaded the u-haul.
Monday I flew from the San Jose airport to San Diego. I then picked up my car and drove home getting in at about 8 pm. A very long day. At least I did not have to hit the ground running.