The 1958 Morgan was towed away with little fanfare yesterday. The garage is mine again! Michael followed it over the pass, delivered it then drove home, or tried to drive home. The traffic at noon was back onto a freeway, miles from the turnoff. He drove the long way home through the redwoods and down to the ocean and arrived home by 1:30. Friends later taking the 45-minute drive up the coast from Santa Cruz took 2.5 hours. It was crazy. I never left the house.
The gardens are pristine. In six hours, I was able to do the entire yard except to weed a patch between Ron and us. Today, I will do some watering then wash the windows. But, after working in the gardens, I was a big ball of sweat and tired. The phone rang. It was Thomas and Julie from Michael's work who asked if they could drop in. Quickly, into the shower I went. Food? Not much in the house. A quick check in the freezer - Trader Joe's potstickers. Check. We were going to have homemade fish tacos for dinner. Enough for four people? Hopefully.
They arrived, toured the house and the newly cut gardens and settled in. The potstickers were a hit! I had made a Mexican creama with cilantro for the tacos earlier, added some guacamole to the table, seasoned and cooked the Mahi Mahi, stirred some cole slaw and....it was a hit. Thankfully. They had brought some amazing small cookies from Carmel, we made Nespresso and voila! Dessert! Funny how it all came together well.
We both fell into bed at 8:00, moments after they left. It was so interesting how our day had unfolded.
Today, Wayne is due at 8:30 to install the side door to the garage. I'm going to figure out the food for the week and prepare the shopping list for tomorrow. Then, other than watering and washing windows later, I plan to do a bit of nothing. Happy Sunday.
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