It was so freaking busy this weekend – and I didn’t have a real keyboard with me, that it is only now that I am able to post.
Saturday, after a lovely breakfast at the Marina (Bob’s is a little hole-in-the-wall, but great food), we did grocery shopping and then headed down to San Jose. There was something falling from the sky… it was wet… and cold… and what… what is it? We actually got rain on Saturday – the first real rain of the season. Stockton ended up with .04 of an inch. That is way cool, but driving in it was crap.
Got to the Winchester Mystery House (http://www.winchestermysteryhouse.com/). To try and explain it is to try and capture the wind. You just can’t. The entire time we were in the house, I kept hearing, “Oh, my God, from behind me. Sparky was having one religious experience after another. She said it was the sadness that struck her. All this money and Sarah chose to do something insane with it. She built like a crazy woman, but couldn’t escape her sadness and loneliness. After her death, they broke into her main vault, which was housed in two large vaults to find two locks of hair and two obituary notices – that of her daughter and her husband. She didn’t value all that she had but rather what she lost and could never get back again. Perhaps Sparky is right, it is tragically sad.
After that, we headed to our hotel for a bit of a rest (we walked a couple of miles in the house and in the surrounding gardens). Dinner was a fabulous treat – the Blue Mango. Very good Thai food that was very imaginative and creative, along with just plain tasty.
Back to the hotel and, thusly ended our Saturday.
Sunday was, somehow, much busier.
After breakfast (during which time I found that Spakry is really into oatmeal), we headed for the Rosicrucian Egyptian Museum(http://www.egyptianmuseum.org/). It houses one of the best collections of Egyptian artifacts in the country, complete with a tomb reproduction. It was fun to wander through the rooms and bore Sparky to tears with my docent like behavior. It really is a lovely collection, though.
Then it was back on the road to home and not even lunch yet. I know, let’s stop off at Wente Winery for lunch. Heh, heh, heh… Sparky can’t hold her liquor or even her insanely sweet Riesling. I give her credit, though, she stayed awake the entire trip back.
We dropped her off at her hotel, then we rushed home to change and clean up because we had to then drive to Sacramento for a garden party put on by Sacramento Musical Theatre to thank its donors. I didn’t want to go, but we did and we able to catch up with old friends. It was a good move, politically speaking, for our theatre as well. We got back about 7:30 and I toppled into bed exhausted and happy.