Visiting

I'm at my cousins Joe and Debbie's house in Torrance, where Debbie is in the throes of preparing to host about 18 people for Thanksgiving dinner. The woman has an abundance of courage, along with a 26-lb. turkey. I peeled potatoes, as close to unskilled kitchen labor as you can get and which suits my talents. Other than that chore, I spent the day chatting, reading the Los Angeles Times (still a good newspaper), and having fun watching J & D's 6-month-old granddaughter. At 2 o'clock, realizing I hadn't left the house yet, I went for an hour-long walk in the neighborhood. Dinner, some TV, more reading, and that's today.

Tomorrow, I will board the L.A. Metro's Blue Line, ride it to the Red Line, take that to Union Station and get on the Gold Line, riding it to Pasadena to spend Thanksgiving Day and my younger granddaughter's 5th birthday on Friday. I've only been on the Metro once, and that was a long time ago, when it was fairly new; rode the Red Line from Union Station to Olvera St. This will be a longer journey, and I'll have my large suitcase and a carry-on bag with me. Could be an adventure to remember . . . or forget.