Today Uncle Bob and his daughter (my cousin) Marilyn took the train up from Oceanside. At Union Station in L.A., they transfered to the Metro Red Line and got off at the Universal City stop, just about a mile from my house. For fun, I drive them by my house -- just a quick look from the outside -- then we drove over the All Saints. Dad already had company when we arrived: he was regaling his physical therapist with discussions about science and philosophy and music.
Bob and Marilyn brought an array of goodies: real New York-style crumb cake, fresh-squeezed orange juice, books, etc. We put Dad into a wheelchair and took him out into the patio area. Los Angeles got a brief rest from the rain storms today: the sky was blue, the snow-capped mountains were in view, the air was crisp and clean. I got my fiddle out of the car trunk and played while Dad ate lunch on the patio, talking with Bob and Marilyn.
Dad was upset that he dropped his iPod onto the hard floor in the middle of the night, so I left my video iPod with him. When I got home, I discovered that his isn't broken, just completely drained of power. So I'm charging it now, and will bring it back to him tomorrow.
Nice day, nice visit.
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