San Diego, Part 3

We had some "complimentary continental breakfast" at our hotel, then went over to La Quinta to join the family, who were having some it theirs. After a time, we adjourned and reconvened at the Mexican place, then split up to do various things. Kathe, Waldy and I walked around Old Town and saw nifty things, including a man doing gorgeous multicolored calligraphy with a leather brush, another man painting fantasy landscapes with spray paint and crumnpled newspaper, and a shop selling the most wonderfully scurrilous refrigerator magnets.

We bought five of the magnets, and Kathe copied down the text of several more:
Sorry I missed Church. I was busy practicing Satanism and becoming a lesbian.

Don't make me come down there. -- God

The little engine that didn't give a rat's ass (not really good unless you see it with the illustration).

Come back, Bill, all is forgiven.

Jesus would slap you silly.

Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.

I've got nothing against God. It's his fan club I can't stand.

If the kids are still alive at five, I've done my job.

I found jesus. He was behind the sofa the whole time.

Better Multitasking Skills through Massive Caffeine Consumption.

Can you impeach someone who wasn't elected in the first place?

I don't have an anger problem, I have an idiot problem.

All these an many more are available from Ephemera, Inc.

The Aerospace Museum was even more spectacular than it had been the last time I saw it, in 1981. The already-crowded floor and air space were further packed with planes and facsimiles, and what had once been the quiet, neglected courtyard was now roofed over and opened up with big doors, and held still more planes (and a helicopter). In the lobby, we rode the flight simulator, then went back and tried another one (leaving two more simulations we might come back and try), and peered inside the Apollo 9 capsule.

There was some more lounging at poolside, this time with more family (Grandma and Grandpa, Aunt Pat, Aunt Sandra, Uncle Alec and Aunt Darlene, Cousins Rebekah, Danielle and Zoelle (with Jim and Jason, respective significant others of Danielle and Zoelle). Jason was there without Zoelle at first, nervously boisterous, eventually joined by the laryngitic Zoelle.

Kathe, Waldy and I eventually left poolside to look for food. At a Cajun restaurant, we reluctantly passed on the alligator sausage in favor of blackened chicken and gumbo.

//The Magic 8-Ball says, "If you're happy and you know it, drop your pants."[The Magic 8-Ball hasn't been the same since it saw that wall of refrigerator magnets.]