I asked Darryl if when I’m really old and just rocking back and forth and crying for who knows what reason and unable to assemble a coherent sentence would he please play the guitar for me too. Sure, he said. Pheww. That’ll be nice!
Bon Voyage Lucas and Betsy! Bon Voyage Alex and Carol! Rome(! surprised?), Berkely dinner, Amit, and More.
I still get to go to the yearly Berkley Blast-o-rama. What a Blessing!
Every few years we go back to Valentino because it is so utterly grand. It’s a real feed-me place. Omakase for Italians.
You can click here to read about Piero’s empire. He is a five foot giant.
Going to Valentino always drives Dale deep into his wine cellar and this time the results were breathtaking. Gaspingly delicious.
Piero chose an Italian white for the first few courses. ‘Very rare. No one has even heard of the maker.’ That was true enough.
It was quite lovely I think but the minute the waiter opened the next bottle I forgot entirely about that white. A 1988 Le Roy Chambertin. You could live on the smell alone.
We finished off, a few hours later, with a 1978 Hermitge. It’s the stuff of dreams.
At midnight, closing up the last of the boxes. But wait! What about This and what about This. OK, so it wasn’t really the last box.
What you don’t see here are the piles of trash bags and Goodwill items and souvenir coffee mugs and a full refrigerator and so very much stuff. And Lucas and Betsy have been up literally for the last two days trying to finish. No way. But no problem. Loving relatives can manage the last of it.
Ready Set GO!
Windy rented one of those vaguely immoral mega-vehicles. The kind that ride up with the buses and you can’t see through them and you can’t see around them and they get 8 mpg.
Everything fit though, and they made their flight and now all we have to think about is when, exactly, will be my turn to visit.
Amit has come for a visit!
When I was growing up my mother and father loved to serve as American parents to many young USC graduate students. They were mostly couples and mostly from India. They came for dinner, celebrated the holidays, and my mother was there for the birth of every child.
Many of these families are still entirely devoted to her and here is one of the children she helped attend to all those years ago.
Here they are, Team Lopi, off next week to position Nepenthe in Mexico, the first leg of Alex and Carol’s new life as sea-going vagabonders. A dream of many, attained by so few.
Merlyn is joining for a couple of weeks assigned to fisherman duty, Hilda joins in Cabo, and then Merlyn and Hilda leave and Karyn and Paul finish up in La Paz. Chapter One.
Today we futzed around in Long Beach harbor mostly as a treat for me because I will miss them A Lot when they’re gone.
A fall trip to the Getty with Nancy dressed in her perfect colors of fall.
You can click on this Visits to the Getty where all the pictures are now just sitting there and the whole mess has turned into a muddle. I’m going to need to rework this thing.
Every visit is just so entirely different that trying to tell one consistent story is looking weird. But isn’t that among the most amazing features of the Getty – you are guaranteed to have a fresh and engaging experience every time.