Conversation piece.

One of the things I bought last month before I left was a laptop backpack from Costco.

The bag itself does double duty as a weekend case for my clothes and last night I crossed the border at Otay because I missed the last MTS bus in San Diego headed toward the Iris Avenue Trolley Stop and decided, "What the hell."

A woman noticed the bag and how well I could handle it on my back.  I thanked her and then asked for advice on how to get to Centro once I entered Tijuana without spending an arm and a leg.  She gave me an earful on how expensive the cabs right at the border are and then the low down on how to get the bus (which I did.)

But I do find it interesting that the laptop bag was the conversation starter.

33 Hours to Go

Although there is so much to do, the SF Chapter in my life ends in 33 hours.

Although I am looking forward to the next chapter, I am amazed at the amount of work that is left undone.  The goal now is to complete as much of it as I can and what I cannot do regarding getting everything out I cannot do.  Wish me luck.  I need it.

I took a brief trip to San Diego to set up a mailbox.  And that leads me to introduce a character in this saga.  Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Precious Sister.  She and Rick basically fought over the course of 68 years over everything.  To make matters worse, when he put his order in to do something in San Diego, for some reason she put the kibosh on it and the outings she took him on were things along the lines of buying a lawn mower at Home Depot.  I went out last Sunday night and wound up at Rich's where they had (drum roll please) Stripper Circus.

Something tells me Rick would have had more fun at that extravaganza than trolling around Home Depot.