A fine welcome home

Immediately upon arriving at LAX, I jumped on the Santa Barbara Airbus for one last romp before getting back to "real" life.

Linsey met me at the stop and whisked me off to a pedicure. Ahhh, clean, feet!

The next morning, after we had toast with chocolate sprinkles on it, for old-times sake,


she lent me her Volvo and I sat on the unusually not-foggy and not-windy Butterfly beach. Had the weather not reminded me later in the week that it is NEVER that nice in Santa Barbara, I may just not have returned to LA. Well, I studied my French vocab and listened to a violinist playing just off shore on his boat and felt I was really in some sort of paradise.


Terry cooked a delicious pot roast dinner with chocolate cake to follow and I spent the night in my most favorite and comfortable bed in the art room.

Never can I leave the Duddridge household without doing an art project. With Terry's supervision, I managed to mount the print Christoph gave me.


While getting supplies at the Carpinteria lumber yard, I ran into about five people I knew. Tom Jackson came up to me and said, "Are you related to Travis and Jimmy?" Well, I hesitated to answer that question without knowing why he asked, but there was something familiar about him and I fessed up.

I managed to squeeze in a visit to Pops and Kate before leaving town and got to hear bits about their trip to Sweden in the little gaps in my monologue about Paris where I paused to breathe in.

It felt great be welcomed back by everyone. I'm glad to have adopted such a good family.