We really like it here. Well not HERE in this little 700 square foot apartment below the busy-busy single guy upstairs and next to the laundry room and trash bins and eighty yards from the train tracks, but we love the community. We can walk to restaurants, shops, the beach, and the best mani-pedi $30 can buy.
I’ve been playing some golf. Getting the rusty golf joints working again—I love it so much. This is #8 (I think) at The Crossings in Carlsbad. You have to lay up and hit over the water to the green beyond. Cheryl and I both went into the water—I mean our balls did, not us. You could make that shot a million times if the water wasn’t there, but water messes with your head.
The Crossings is the craziest course—they carved this golf course across steep canyons, up hill and down. It cost $76 million and took ten years to build. Very, very challenging. Who needs that.
Encinitas Ranch (below) on the other hand, is friendly and forgiving. Ocean views and gentle breezes. It has some elevation changes and a few challenging holes, but I liked it a lot and if I lived here it would be my home course.
Darling Daughter Michelle and GD Savannah drove down from San Clemente and we went to San Diego to watch the Padres get an ass-whupping by the San Francisco Giants. It would have been better if we won, but going to the ballpark is just plain FUN.
It’s hard to keep a five year-old occupied during a game. The camera came in handy for a while.
But then the guy selling cotton candy came by and mommy said no.