No rest for the wicked

I say vaguely that I live outside L.A., but that’s a great stretch, just to put me on the map for those of you who are unfamiliar with Southern California. I rarely, rarely (once a year), go to L.A., for flights, a museum, something, because we are so out in the middle of nowhere. So, I sit here, exhausted, having made the trek twice in 3 days.

Saturday I went to the Children’s Hospital to donate blood for my friend’s daughter (her surgery is on Tues.). I was by myself in the was for 2 whole hours (yes, it only takes an hour each way if there’s no traffic!). And today, James and I met some friends to go the zoo. We left at 3 and got home at 5. And that’s not even the worst of the traffic. Hmm, wonder why I don’t go to L.A. more? However, I obtained my objective, which was to see Reggie the Alligator, something of a local legend, a pet who was released into a local lake. It took 2 years to capture him and he now lives at the zoo. 

My brother in law visited this weekend as well and we went to a Civil War reenactment. It was interesting, and interesting trying to see James figure it all out. 

I need to download some pictures and I want to blog about the trip to Maine and my Maine unit. Really. In my free time .