Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig (R.R. Burt c.1986-2004)

Let's play a round of visualization therapy. Now close your eyes and sit back. Imagine a place tucked away in deep forest. This is a place that is so far away from the sounds of a freeway, or other people's voices, that you are amazed that you can hear your own breathing. Now, imagine yourself picking your jaw up off the ground when you hear a voice say, "Hello, Mrs. Burt, glad you have arrived. Your spa is waiting for you." Picture yourself walking through rows of sycamore trees (au natural, call of the wild and all that), to your very own private hot bubbling mineral spa. While you are soaking, you lay your head back in amazement, as you watch these old sycamores that appear as if they are touching heaven, sway to and fro. Then suddenly, you hear the distant singing of birds communing with one another. You have become part of the earth. As your body falls into total relaxation, you say to yourself, "Now I get it." This is exactly how I spent my evening last night. The mineral bath was then followed by a body treatment with a scrub and lotion filled with extracts from the Chardonnay grape, grown in the San Louis area. After an hour of this bliss, I thought to myself, " Hmmm! I wonder what my blood alcohol level is now?" Back to my hotel room, I went to bed and fell fast asleep. This morning was a monumental breakfast. I ordered my usual oatmeal, and without asking, the waitress gave me the senior discount. Ouch! I couldn't handle this so I went ahead and left the non-senior price difference in her tip. I showed her!

Chele's on Pomeroy Ave. in case you are interested. Good but not great oatmeal. At 11:30, I began my trek back home. I decided to take the scenic route to Belmont Shore. I got so excited to be in my hood. I love Long Beach. I stopped and took this picture of Cherry Beach from the Bluff, for Danny Jaurequi. He will know why I did this.

I arrived in LB at 3:30 to smiles, hugs and sighs of relief from Casey and Tyler, and some kisses from three very happy pugs and one delighted guard dog. Click, Click, Click,..."there's no place like home."

Tomorrow: Final Blog for "Frances Takes A Vacation"