We made good time from St. George, Utah, pausing for a couple of hours of blackjack action and a view of the nearby Hoover Dam from the new Tillman Bridge walkway.
Our faithful yellow bug now rests in the driveway, where it drew the eye and admiration of a passing lass, who stopped to inquire. She briefly mistook Stan for Randy, but soon learned she was talking to just another guest from Minnesota. "Oh yes," she said knowingly. "you'll be staying in the back." Stan invited her into the courtyard for a visit, but she continued on her way. She had a younger evening in mind.
After finishing a beef brisket, we retired to the great room, sinking into the fireside leather, talking of old times, new plans and mutual frinds.
Birdie busily nosed everywhere, checking and initiating the fenced and landscaped back yard, sniffing out the waste baskets indoors, reporting back occasionally as if to confirm that yes, we really, really are going to stay in this wonderful place for a while. Randy and Birdie are old friends and Randy took his ritual licking.
Before long the Murphy Bed came down, revealing its silk burgundy sheets in our cozy private boudoir. It was warm (78 degrees) in LA yesterday, but the night chill caused an occasional furnace ignition last night. We didn't mind, snuggled deep under a downy comforter.
We'll be checking into our nearby Normandie apartment unit on Saturday to begin our two-month stay there. In the meantime, this will do. Yes, indeed, this will do.
