Friday night, June 19th, we picked up the cargo van, and packed it. Early next morning, Kid and I started the 380-mile journey to her new apartment. We reached Bakersfield around noon and decided to detour for lunch. Who would have known? Golden Bull (Greek?) has fine burgers, good chocolate shake, and very interesting fried zucchini. 2:30pm, we started to unload furniture into her apartment. 5pm, drove the empty cargo van for the 2nd load. 8:30pm, finished the 2nd unloading. I hugged Kid good-bye, drove back to the relative’s place, showered and crashed into the sack.
Early morning, again, on Father’s Day, I started drive back to San Jose with iPod as my trip companion and thinking of cool beers. When Wife asked, “Where do you want for dinner?” I was decision, “BJ!” The other kid taught me a new word hale. “You are a hale old man to move furniture and drive 16 hours in two days.” I think that’s a compliment.
Ungratefully, I lamented on price of this very nice high-end BBQ set they got me: stylish design, brushed stainless steel, heat-insulated handle, and the gosh-how-much-you-paid-for-this!!! shining aluminum box.
Monday morning, again too early, I appreciated the fine workmanship that went into these tools. I think I will try them this weekend.
The best gifts are those I would never buy myself, and always wanted.