SLO

This weekend Donovan joined me for a jaunt to SLO. These ventures to my former abode are always bittersweet for me. I so enjoy visiting people and basking in the charm and comfort of my adopted home, but do tend to mourn my resettlement anew. Still, it was a blessed weekend. The Wesleyians were kind enough to put us up for three nights, and I was able to spend time with many friends: Richie, Steven, Jonathan, Caitlyn, Rocio, Korie, Brent, Carlene, Drew, Scott, Daniel, Stephanie, and my Crossroads church family. Other people, such as David and Kevin and John and Elvis, granted cameo appearances.

Highlights:

Reading my post-apocalyptic novel (compliments of Greg) at Linnea's sunny back garden for a few hours whilst Donovan read critiques on education for his Sociology class.

Encountering a beautifully decorated Cambria store replete with bibelots and a gracious owner who bequeathed a curiously carved five-inch tripod that was the object of my admiration. This was also the source of seashells and sea urchin spines purchased for me by Donovan.

Lunch at Golden China (first time!) with Helen, Lee, and Sam whose long-time friendship with the owners enables them to order non-menu concoctions and wander into the kitchen unescorted to fetch tea.

Fatty's white sauce chicken pizza - $3.80 per person. Nice.

Rum raisin ice cream at Blue's, a fitting end to a delightful repast with Donovan. I'm so pleased they chose to use golden raisins. How wise. Golden raisins are by and large undeservedly ignored.

Teasing Richie.

Listening to Stephanie.

Korie's smile.

Seeing my friends.

Staying up late with Donovan.

The gorgeous drive. I love the eleven million shades of green on the hills near Los Alamos.

It was a lovely trip, and upon my return I was surprised to discover some acquaintances making themselves at home in my room:


I think my mother needs to be more judicious in who she allows to roam the house.

Praise God for His abundant blessings and perfect timing. Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift of Christ Jesus. (2 Corinthians 9:15 paraphrased) Amen!

P.S. I was mad at myself for failing to take a picture of the congregation of ex-Wesleyians and honoraries, but at least Steph captured a few trio shots with her new Mac: