|Letter from Los Angeles
||Friday | 5 February 2016
Los Angeles, California: Such an active week.
After our tour of Sunnylands Sunday, we all went to
Pink Martini (a very
popular band from Portland, in town for a five-night stint) Tuesday
night at the McCallum
Theatre in Palm Desert. It was a very memorable night, with China Forbes and
Storm Large singing - and with Storm Large nearly bringing down the house with
her sexy impersonation/rendition of Madeline Kahn singing "I'm Tired" from
- fake German accent and all.
With the concert on Tuesday, Dave and I missed our usual Tuesday ritual -
testing out a different Happy Hour spot. No problem, our friends said they would
take us to Happy Hour at the Hog's Breath Inn, in Old Town La Quinta, Wednesday. We went, only to
discover the Hog's Breath Inn closed three years ago. Oops. (Thing is, we must
have told a dozen people in our resort we were going to the Hog's Breath
Wednesday and everyone had a "oh, yeah, we haven't been there in a while"
comment, but no one actually knew - or told us - it was closed.) We went instead
to Mexican food, so we were still happy.
Dave flew up to Portland Thursday for meetings and his brother, Steve, stopped back to our Bed & Breakfast on his return
trip from Tucson. Steve and I made cocktails and I gave him the ten-cent tour of
our resort in the golf cart, before going up to the clubhouse for dinner. It was
a fun evening - just the two of us chatting away - but Steve had to hit the road
early Friday morning and I wasn't far behind him. He was heading back to his
ranch east of Sacramento, and I was pointed toward Los Angeles and my
With all the cheap fuel in America, why did I pull into this service station?
Seriously? My sister-in-law's sister lives in Houston and she filled up the
other day for $1.40 per gallon. And why is it called a service station
when I have to serve it my own dang self?
Leo worked on a very important Magna-Tiles contraption this evening - on the
kitchen island, away from any "help" his little sister could offer.
He gave the thumbs up upon completion. When I asked to photograph his masterpiece,
Leo grabbed his own digital camera (Playskool Digital Camera,
great for kids and comes in different colors)
and snapped away.
Lisa served spaghetti and (Gardein
meatless) meatballs for the kids dinner.
I tried one of Leo's meatballs - Lucy was not sharing - and found it incredibly
good and was so surprised it was vegetarian/vegan. Adults had Ribollita - a
minestrone-style soup with bread in the bowl.
You may remember, Our Lucy loves food. Any type. Any flavor. The messier, the
Bring. It. On.
Watching this 18-pound 17-month old (I know, Lucy is so teeny) put
away so much food is a sight to see. Where does she put it all? A card-carrying
member of The Clean Plate Club. So intent on getting food into her belly, Lucy
needs to eat while wearing as little clothing as possible, or Lisa and Lenny
would need three sets of washer/dryers. Lucy is a typhoon around food. After this
particularly-messy-stainy meal, she needed to be hosed-off in the kitchen sink
before being carried to her bath. Just like her Bubbe, this one.
Until my next update, I remain, your Los Angeles correspondent.
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