We've been kind of busy this July, in a good way, seeing different family members.
Susan came and we went and got pedicures together. Actually she and Tom came--he for his consultations at Cedars-Sinai for his cancer. They headed into LA, and from there, they went home.
I made some cookies for their visit. Peanut Butter.
Chad came out for lunch, and we both went over to the National Cemetery for a ceremony for a member of his ward. Here he is at the Medal of Honor site.
Susan and Tom came back and that night we went over to Sippy Woodhead Pool at Bobby Bonds Park so she could swim laps in the sunset. Hi Susan.
We also drove down our main drag so she could see our local hotels, including this vintage neon sign. The next morning they went into LA for Tom's treatment.
Scott and his family arrived, and he and Chris set up an electronic cottage in our dining room. It was great to visit with them, and to meet, again, their children. We had a nice dinner together outside, and they spent the night.
In the morning they packed up, and we took some family photos.
Tom's hospital stay went on longer than we thought, with a few hairpin turns in the road, so after they moved him to a new hospital ward, I made cookies to take in to Susan, and now her son Pete, who had arrived the night before to help out.
This is an enormous hospital, and we were to go to the Saperstein Tower, Cardiac ICU. Apparently they have multiple ICUs there, so they distinguish them by the specialty.
Sign inside the elevator.
We arrived on Shabbat (the Jewish Sabbath) so there were signs directing us to the manual doors, if needed.
We took Susan's to Joan's on Third, an upscale deli/restaurant where we all shared what we ordered.
Then we stopped back by her hotel to retrieve her laundry, where we saw this sign, reassuring us that "Should the elevator doors fail to open, do not become alarmed. There is little danger of running out of air or of this elevator dropping uncontrollably." This is how you know you are near Hollywood, where the special effects in movies are generated. Including falling elevators.
Old-timey soap dispenser, but I'd brought my own. I'd done a little research before leaving home, locating the two most promising self-service laundromats. Both had Spanish names. This one was Limpia Laundramat and boy, it was limpia (clean).
State of the art. No scary things in washers. Change machine. Happy families.
We were done in under an hour, dropped the laundry off at the hotel and went home again. If you need to know where a good laundromat in LA is, call me.
I think Barbara and her family are coming next week for a summer's last gasp of fun before school starts on the incredibly early: mid-August. Whatever happened to beginning after Labor Day?