Hanging with the Parentals

My folks were in town this past weekend. I took the day off on Friday and we hung out around the house. We were even productive, cleaning all the dead leaves out of the back yard, which Soph appreciated tons. Then it was off to a good dinner at A. Sabella's up in SF (although the food was good, I wouldn't recommend it; too pricey) and then desert at Farallon, which is always fun. Mom thought the decor (jellyfish lights) were over the top, which they are

Sat. was one of those gray days that never quite clears up. It was also one of those days where I never quite woke up. Coffee in the morning at a nearby French pastry cafe didn't help; walking around at an outdoor flea market didn't help; two naps didn't help. I spent the whole day half-asleep, and finally went to bed early.

Sunday, though, was great because I was fully rested and it was bright, sunny, and 70 some degrees outside. (I think the Lord made Sat. gray and ugly to force me to rest.) I played bass at church for the second time, and felt way better than the first. After church we had burgers and shakes at the Peninsual Creamery in Paly, then went to Foothill park to enjoy the view, then to Stanford for Dad and I to play Frisbee golf, and finally home, where we snacked and rested until Tilden and Mimi showed up. With them we ate tons of fruit with chocolate fondue (Soph rocks) that was delish.

Then the folks were off to Napa and I was off to work. And so begins another