Goodbye to our house. This is the alligator that is part of our entry gate. Our friend, artist Rick Oginz, created it for us when he was our next door neighbor. Rick and his family moved on, and now so are we.
We did the final cleaning during a very unseasonable Los Angeles thunderstorm. It felt melancholy, but right.
Now we're in a hotel by the airport. We just put my car onto a transport to New Orleans. I just picked up Jack from the boarding kennel, and he'll spend the night in the hotel. Tomorrow at 6:00 am we take him to Delta Cargo in his travel kennel, then board the same flight he's on.
UPDATE: Here's brave Jack's kennel at LAX Cargo, on the forklift.
5 comments:
Bon voyage and au revoir.
Wow. This is all quite amazing to a now old-stick-in-the-mud. (Not that I haven't been around the block once or twice, but the wanderlust has left my system.)
As someone "retired" for nine yrs. next month, I can imagine your new freedom (& your second childhood)! I know there's plenty to celebrate in word & picture in your new 'hood, we're already waiting, but no hurry; you're obligated to no one but yourself & truly important people (& Jack) now. (Took a few yrs. for this to sink in w/ me; no idea where the Puritan sense of "isn't there something I have to do" came from.)
L.A. will (probably still) be here waiting when your yr. has passed.
Break a couple of legs!
Hi, You're leaving one interesting place for another. All the best, Jenny
hope you are all there safe and sound!
You're trading a sculpted alligator for real alligators.
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