From The Sublime To The Ridiculous . . . A Visit To California

That Old House is back, having been on vacation for ten days.
Howard and I flew to California to visit our daughter Alida. We had a grand time.

Like most travelers, we brought back some souvenirs. A Christmas ornament. Some amazing fruit-infused Balsamic vinegar and organic olive oil that was confiscated at LAX. A handmade candle and note cards. . . .

But, I also brought home a California cold, and am a bit under the weather. I self-medicated myself as much as possible before getting on the plane this weekend, and kept a low profile; I didn't want be hurled out the emergency exit by germ-phobic fellow passengers.

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But today I am joining Mary at Little Red House for Mosaic Monday. Thanks, Mary!

First mosaic. . . the sublime building where Alida
passes much of her time, and our first stop in California:

Okay, that's enough sublime seriousness.

Now, the sublime ridiculousness of the Los Angeles County Fair:

Howard tried to convince us that "Chocolate Covered Bacon" and "Meat Lover's Ice Cream"
were part of the California health-food craze. He was not successful.

Seriously -- Meat Lover's Ice Cream? What could it be?
I didn't have the nerve to ask.

And that picture of funnel cakes that's on top of so many of the food stands?
My first thought: "Why is there a picture of a den of snakes up there?"
It looks like Medusa's wig maker's business card.

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That's all, folks!

Now I'm going to go grab Dion and have a good snuggle with him. Luckily when we got home this weekend, I unearthed a bottle of Killer Cough Syrup from the back of a cabinet.

It works, but I can't operate machinery. Except a computer.

I hope you all had a lovely week. This one looks promising here in Northern New Jersey -- it's crisp and gorgeous!

We so enjoyed seeing Alida, and I'll post more about our trip soon, and our move into Autumn here at That Old House, but now it is quiet time; where's my blankie? --- Cass