After my daily trot up to the top of the ridge, high above our campground, where I need to go to have cell and Internet coverage, I called Heather and Mary Margaret to see how things were going and to see if Mary Margaret was coming back home today. She had volunteered to stay a few days with Heather to help with Victoria, who had been ill with the flu. I can attest to poor Victoria having the flu as I was the recipient to what is called a “blowout”. Yuck!
In talking with the two girls, I was pleased to learn that Victoria is well and is now attending daycare again. Also, Mary Margaret shared with me that she was able to get a mani/pedi along with spending time with Victoria and Heather. However, she was now ready to return home and looking forward to it. Yea!
Heather suggested that she take Mary Margaret to the BART station in downtown San Francisco so that I would not have to make the 2-3 hour roundtrip drive into the City. That was a great suggestion but I was concerned that Mary Margaret and I could miss a successful pickup in Dublin, the end of one of the many BART lines that cover the Bay Area like a spider web. I have taken this particular BART trip before and it is a bit intimidating the first time you do it. First, you have to get on the correct train as BART covers the entire bay area with a myriad of trains coming and going, each with different destinations. Second, you have to get off at the proper station and there are two Dublin stations to chose from. Third, once you get off the train, you need to leave the station on the proper side to meet your waiting party.
Mary Margaret can be a bit directional challenged at times and I was thinking that if I had difficulty, she may also. Furthermore, if she did make a mistake along the way, she did not have her cell phone with her and I would not have any idea where she was and I could not help her get to where I would be waiting. The old 1960’s Letterman song about a rider on the Boston MTA getting lost was heavy on my mind (“Yes, he never returned, he never returned and his fate is still unlearned”).
Fortunately, Mary Margaret, that great world traveler, negotiated the complex transportation process just fine all by herself, and walked through the exit turnstiles and greeted me with a smile on her face. Easy – peasy!
To celebrate her successful return, she suggested that we go to a movie and then out for dinner. The idea struck home with me so we drove a short distance to a Regal movie theater and selected the next movie that would be starting. I can not remember the name of it but stared Morgan Freeman and was a light comedy. It was not a great movie but was enjoyable and we left happy that we had watched it.
We then walked across the sidewalk and into Fuddruckers, a well-known hamburger joint and one that we had not been to in years. To our surprise, they now feature not only all beef hamburgers but also, Buffalo, Elk, Emu and Ostridge burgers. Good figure!
We enjoyed our early dinner and then returned to LeuC. Tomorrow, Dwight, a former partner of mine, comes over for lunch and then we will drive over to spend the night with our son, David Paul, and his family. I will be sneaking out the next day to play golf while Mary Margaret bakes to her heart’s content in their kitchen.