Going Coastal

Marymine is home from the drive to/fly from Kansas.  She texted me her flight info for arrival at SMF.  That way I could watch her getting closer on Flight Aware, while I waited in a traffic jam on the causeway.  Actually the traffic jam was interesting.  I don't know what the guys in the Brinks truck were doing but that thing was rock'n.  The guy in the big pickup appeared to be giving a power point presentation via his laptop. The guys in the beater car were nervous like hill country tweakers.  I'm sure this profiling habit is the result of an over active imagination, and not having television for three years. 
The last few days of my kids, dogs, and house sitting were pretty tame.  Got part of the tile around Marymine's pool scrubbed with a pumice stone. Not my favorite job, but I was trained by the best!  My parents waited til my brother and I were in college, on our own dimes, to put in the tennis court and swimming pool.  When ever we came to swim, my mother would hand us a pumice stone, and "since your in the pool you should do at least a section of the tile..."  I don't believe we ever had free swim in her pool.
After Marymine landed we went to lunch and I showed her the pictures of all the happenings.  She was amazed at all she had missed. Although there was a noticeable hesitation when I showed her the prototype for my house sitting business cards. 

 Now, if I can just convince her friends that have that little house on an island in the Caymans...