So for her, and anybody else holding on to the last shreds of his or her social media independence, here are a few photos from the non-work portion of my trip to California.
I've been staying with my Aunt Carol and Uncle Joe in Berkeley this week. They have a very nice house up in the hills. For the first few days I stayed in the house, then this week I've been staying in the guest apartment over the garage:
I'm not lonely up here. The deer come to visit.
Here's a photo of the main house and its historical marker.
Sunset view of Mount Tam across the Bay.
This is Joe with Nell. She's a black English Lab puppy, and one of the sweetest, best natured puppies I've ever met. So why does she have the muzzle? Sadly, she was bitten by a pit bull a couple of weeks ago and pretty badly wounded with a broken jaw. She had to have some pretty extensive surgery. Then she got an infection in the wound, so she had to have another surgery today. Tonight she's in both the muzzle and the Cone of Shame. Hopefully this time everything will heal okay.
Last Saturday my friends Tim and Jennifer Kardos hosted a little "Welcome John Back to California" shindig. Okay, the truth is that it the occasion was mostly an excuse for Tim to clear out the dribs and drabs that cluttered up his Scotch shelf. But the Scotch was tasty and the companionship delightful:
Jeff Harm. You'd have a slightly mysterious smile, too, if you'd had that much Scotch.
The Patio Boat's faithful Indy Colts haiku correspondent, Mary Campbell-Droze, with her husband Jerry.
Your humble photoblogger. The guy in the background pointing at me and laughing is Mark Berger. He's not blurry because he's out of focus. He's blurry because he drank even more Scotch than Harm.
... the California coast, just South of Half Moon Bay.
And that's it from Berkeley. What I really should have here is a Russian dashcam (TM) for my daily commute across the Bay to the office in Belmont. There's a lot of crazy stuff on those highways, and it seems to have gotten crazier every year. I miss a lot of things about California sometimes. But that commute? Never.