Yet another beautiful day in the Bay Area. It would be far easier to get on a plane today if it were not quite so glorious.
Despite the temporary closure of the Bay Bridge (and the heretofore unknown rickety nature of the structure), all seemed to be well in Tiburon yesterday. The boats were zipping about, the sea lions were frolicking, and the pelicans were dive bombing in search of a fresh catch.
My sister, contemplating the view (or perhaps the coffee house to her right), agreed.
The day and the company was so lovely that even the worst bread pudding ever created could not dampen our spirits.
After all, my mom and I were able to salvage a few edible pieces, and that is all one really needs when it comes to bread pudding anyway.
And the walk back to the car along the sun dappled streets provided the perfect excuse for me to try out my "red carpet" pose.
Or perhaps the "minimize my hips and thighs" pose would be a more accurate descriptor? Either way, my dad proved to be an excellent escort.
I can at least take solace in the fact that the weather in New York is, from what I understand, beautiful. So perhaps that will ease the transition? No you say? I didn't think so either. Sigh.