Los Angeles: Thursday, June 18

My Mom has an incredible green thumb. No foolin’, she could get a toothpick to sprout. This morning, I took a walk around her austere, yet beautiful garden to admire the love and effort she puts into her gardening. It is simply stunning. It’s like Huntington Park has an arboretum and an aviary especially for our family.

See for yourself.

Best of all is that my Dad has become an unofficial helper of my mother’s gardening endeavors. Thanks to an early retirement and his continuing impetus to work, he has landscaped much of the backyard and worked on several bird-keeping and decoration projects that have added to the “urban beauty” of the space.

Sure, it’s not the Huntington Library. It’s so much more than that. It’s been a foreign planet for my Star Wars figs, the jungles of South America for my GI Joes and a quiet hangout for my buddies and me while growing up.

Best of all, it’s now a backyard arboreal playground for my two beautiful children.

Man, I love my Mom’s garden.

Los Angeles: Wednesday, June 17

The trip from SLC to LA went very smoothly considering the plane was slammed full and my children and I were seated away from a window (with Amy on my lap). Sadly, this fact had little to do with my baby-girl’s behavior and was more due to the portable DVD player that I fired up as soon as we were airborne. Nonetheless, the minutes breezed on by in tune with the lyrical masterpieces of The Wiggles.

Once off the plane at LAX, we trooped on down to the baggage claim and met up with my brother, Eddie, and his family. Christ, it felt so wonderful to see them. After that, the kids and I were treated to some genuine rush hour traffic and a cruise down Central Blvd…aka “Cripville.” Ah, it was sooo nostalgic. I love LA.

When we finally arrived at my old home (about an hour and a half after we landed), the family reunion began. It was completely inspiring to see my parents laughing, joking and ogling over my little girl. Mom was thrilled to be recognized by Amy and Vince. And Dad….well…Dad was just happy to meet his brand new granddaughter. The stove fired up, the food came out and the catching up began. The occasion was doubly improved with the arrival of my sister, my niece and her beau. Yes, yes…hugs and kisses all around.

Unfortunately, there were some hang-ups that reminded me that I was a solo parent visiting LA with two children. Towards the end of the day, Vince broke down into tears and could only be consoled by some quiet time with me. I surmised that it was the sudden change in venue and Lisa’s absence that may have caused the outburst. I expected to see this during the trip. I really did. What struck me was that I had not expected to see this stuff until later on after the excitement and newness wore off. It was a bad sign. Bad enough that my instinct warned me not to break up Vince’s routine by visiting my brother’s house in the high desert for a couple of days. Needless to say, I was apologetic and remorseful. But my brother’s no dope. He knows that this trip is mostly for the benefit of my parents and graciously accepted my decline with the understanding and dignity that I have come to admire in him. As usual, he is all that is best in men.

The last hurdle for the night was getting the kids to bed. I gave them both a bath and some milk and put them to bed in my parent’s old bedroom. They were both ready to pass out, but Amy let loose with a litany of curses, cries and screams that curdled her grandparents’ blood and nearly worried me to death about Vince’s comfort. Then after five minutes, she crashed into a deep slumber. KO, just like that.

Now I’m writing this….waiting for the midnight hour to take Squirt to the bathroom so he won’t wet the bed. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll be able to secure some internet access to post this message. But if not, I’ll hang on to this journal on a word file and just post it when I get back. Here’s to hoping.

Good night, Los Angeles.

Miss you, Lisa.

Gearing up for L.A.

Well...I'm packing my stuff for our trip to Los Angeles, my awesome home town. Sadly, I'm a little nervous about what I'll see when I get there.

If you've been keeping up with my updates (you dutiful readers, you), you'd know that my siblings have been dropping rather fearful hints about the health of my Dad.

I'm hoping that much of their foreboding has been due to lost context on my part or theatrics on theirs. But my "Spidey Sense" is saying otherwise.

Needless to say, I'm not expecting a palliative and bedridden couple on the edge of transcendence. They would've never agreed to let us visit if that was the case. But I am worried that I'll find an old bickering pair of gaffers who'll try to leverage our company against each other. Yeah, they've been married that long.

Is this a problem? Nah. I'd like to think that I wouldn't let junk like that bother me. Still, it's a little tough to see these two cardinal figures of my life slowing down. I mean, my Mom's always been able to care for us and give counsel; even after surviving cancer. And my Dad? Well, my old man has done his best to stay busy in the wake of a forced retirement. I think they're both worried about stagnating.

It's not all that bad. My parents are finding their own ways to cope with getting old.
My Ma continues to feed her wanderlust by traveling and visiting her relatives whenever her schedule allows. I think she'd go nuts if she couldn't travel.

As for my Dad, he's undergone an academic renaissance that pushes him to read every book he can get his hands on. I think it enriches him.

Heck, I can't wait to show both of them the Internet.

Anyhow, the wilas and I are on our way to smoggy LA. I'll be sure to make some posts from there to report on how the trip's going. If not on my blog, I'll be sure to drop a note or three on Twitter. My updates post automatically on the upper left hand corner of my blog. It's under the title "Twitterin' Tom." (Provided I can get a reliable connection from somewhere. Hopefully, my folks have a neighbor with an unsecure wireless modem! >:)

OK, here we go!




Wait. What about Lisa?

She'll be alone here in SLC for the next week.
While I'm certain she'll miss us, I bet she'll be catching up on some desperately needed rest and relaxation. Play some video games, Baby. You've earned it!