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Tagged for 8

Courtesy of Suzanne Conboy-Hill, it’s another round of virtual tag and I’m it. So here are the eight questions and my answers. Game rules say I have to tag five other bloggers. The problem is four of the frequent visitors to this blog are eliminated because Alannah tagged Suzanne who tagged Cathryn and Christi. I don’t think I have five left. Hmmm … let me think while you read my answers.

1. If you could have any superpower, what would you have? Why?

Can I have a dual power? I’d like the ability to teleport—including into the past—and also to be invisible at will. Imagine the possibilities. Not only could I zip to NYC for pizza whenever I had the urge, but I could be a “fly on the wall” anywhere and any time in history.

2. Who is your style icon?

Style? Good grief, I’m supposed to have style?!

3. What is your favorite quote?

Um … well … uh … hmmm …

4. What is the best compliment you’ve ever received?

I think it might be the time my father told me I was without guile like Nathaniel in the Bible. Of course, that’s quite a judgment to live up to—especially as a fiction writer.

5. What playlist/cd is in your CD player/iPod right now?

I’m going to say CD player: Pearl Jam’s Ten and last Pandora station: Melissa Etheridge.

6. Are you a night owl or a morning person?

I almost never see midnight, so I guess that makes me sound like a morning person. However, I hate to be physically active early in the morning. Only my brain wakes up before dawn; it takes my body a few hours to catch up.

7. Do you prefer dogs or cats?

I have only a cat now because my dog died last year. I used to say I was a cat person, but I’m not sure anymore. The cat I have now is a bit demented.

8. What is the meaning behind your blog name

Out of My Mind refers to where my stories come from. I’m aware the psychological meaning does apply quite often.

Well, it wasn’t easy, but among my frequent visitors, I think these are the most likely to play along. I tag :


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How not to visit San Diego!

Glass "windchimes" in the hotel lobby.

So what could be lovelier than a trip to San Diego in January? Quite a few things, as it turns out. California weather has been a little unusual this month and San Diego
was not spared. We drove south on Thursday through constant rain, which at times was torrential. Luckily, we got to the treacherous stretch of mountain highway known as the Grapevine when the snow had just begun and we only had to slow our speed. We arrived at our hotel in a light rain.

The hotel was the usual: over-priced everything because it’s all going on some businessman’s expense account. No free internet, which explains my almost total disappearing act, but at least the beds were comfortable.

Horton Plaza mall

So, yeah, the rain. It rained during our trip to this beautiful open air multi-level mall in the Gaslamp Quarter where we went to buy a swimsuit, which made only a brief appearance at the hotel sauna because … it rained. During the trolley ride, it rained—and hailed. From time to time, the sun would appear briefly to tease us, but it rained most of the first two days we were there.

We decided to just stay in and order pizza Friday night. Wow, look at this: Brooklyn pizza—“the best east coast pizza on the west coast.” How could we resist? And check out at this special: “our giant pizza and 2-liter soda for $24.99.” Do they deliver to our hotel? Why, yes, they do. Only they apparently had no idea where our hotel was because the driver went to two other hotels before he found ours! Was the pizza hot? No. Was the pizza New York style? Yes. Was the pizza big? Ridiculously so. We had a good laugh at the “ginormous” size, took a photo, and ate the tepid, but tasty pizza.

One ginormous pizza and one small boy.

Then, on Saturday, even though it was still cool, the rain stopped. Yay, the beach! After lunch, we set off for Coronado Island, beautiful drive, beautiful town, beautiful beach … but not for swimming that day. Sewage contamination warning signs were up. (A problem resulting from the storms, I presume.) No biggie, we headed for Ocean Beach.

We stopped at two beaches there. One is the only beach in SoCal where dogs are allowed to run free. Needless to say, it was packed with very happy dogs. The other beach we tried was by the pier. It looked terrifying. The waves were so high they were crashing over the pier and the surf swallowed up the beach … at what was supposed to be low-tide! I don’t know why I didn’t take photos of this, so you’ll just have to use your imaginations. At this point, we gave up on the beach plan and headed back to the hotel.

The view from our table.

With the good weather holding, we decided to splurge for a great seafood dinner and, at sunset, we went to the Fish Market at the harbor. We were seated at the best table in the enclosed patio right over the water. The food and wine were good and we topped it off with an excellent crème brulée. An altogether lovely evening.

The weather forecast for Sunday: sunny and warm. Unfortunately, we had to leave early in the morning. But the drive north was so much more pleasant than the trip south … and we saw views like this.

The San Gabriel mountains.