I’m playing catch up over here, getting to the blog late, racing home to meet the school bus as it waited in front of my house, skipping nap time because I’ve got stuff to do and Atti is content with Sesame Street. We had a pretty crazy run of weeks over here, culminating with Bear in Vegas for four days, coming home for meetings every evening, and then more work all day Saturday, while Atti and I entertained my brother visiting from Washington. By the time Sunday rolled around, we got up with the alarm for church and just decided to bag it in favor of a family day, since we hadn’t actually seen each other in over a week.
Poor Bear was traveling by himself and working crazy hours, but my busyness was all the good kind. When my brother Clif told me he was coming into my area for work, I cleared my schedule and spent four days driving around and showing off this area I love so much.
Clif was excited to spend some time in San Francisco so he and Atti and I drove in to check things out. I did San Francisco as a tourist in college, and since then I just drive in to attend an event of some kind. It was fun to go to all the things that you never get around to doing when you’re a local. We drove in on the Bay Bridge, spent some time in Berkeley, Fisherman’s Wharf, and then drove back over the Golden Gate Bridge. The day was so foggy you could barely see the water, but you couldn’t miss that iconic red bridge as it faded into the clouds.
Clif was interested in seeing Alcatraz, but this was as close as we got. We couldn’t believe how much it cost to get out there. I’ll have to wait until I go with a field trip and get a discount.
After three days of driving around, on day four we pretty much just kicked around the house. I tried to cram as much food as possible into him by showing off all my very favorite restaurants in town, and Atti enjoyed being able to crawl freely without being in his carseat. In all the best ways I feel like I just got a vacation, but I also have that familiar post vacation feeling of needing more rest.
