I have decided to go away this weekend. I will leave Saturday and come home Sunday night.

One thing I like about where I live is that there are people here who watch these apartments like hawks—we have some old timers who are home all day and at the first sign of something suspicious, they would call the police—so at least I feel safe in leaving and stuff.

I thought Disneyland might be perfect—then I saw the prices. They have DOUBLED since I lived here last. We are talking $50 for ONE DAY! I looked at Knott’s Berry Farm and Sea World too. Without discount tickets it is CRAZY! Now I am trying to decide where to go. If I leave early Saturday and come home last Sunday it is only one night away but two days. I am vacillating between the Disneyland area, San Diego and even Las Vegas (and no I would not gamble. Leave it to me to go away to Las Vegas and not gamble huh? That would be funny.) Never mind, Vegas is too much too! So I am between Disneyland (I am convinced I can find a discount!), San Diego and Oxnard/Ventura.

The only thing bad about the latter is that I am thinking of going Monday to Margaret’s and being with their tambourine team again. Folks, when I say I am drying up, that is no exaggeration. So I am not sure about any of that but I AM sure I am going away. Actually I have not done this since I have been here. It feels weird. I had an urge to get online and find a Priceline hotel in Addison like I do when I want to go away. But I am not in Texas anymore. (Perhaps that is why I have no life.) I have never been to San Diego and know how beautiful it is, but I am actually not sure I want to be by the ocean. The ocean can be overwhelming—but maybe that is good. I WANT to go to Disneyland—that would be my first choice. It will be very good to leave. I have not gone on a trip in a long time—and the last one didn’t turn it so hot so it is a good time.

I need a hug. It has been a very very long time since I have felt arms around me—and I think it is going to be a lot longer before I do again.