Showing posts with label Emerald. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emerald. Show all posts
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Skiing at Mountain High
Tuesday January 28, 1992
Frank is up and gone by 6 a.m. to go skiing at Mountain High with Phillip. Good, he's getting away for a day. Has been confined too long. I'm sure they will have a good time.
I meet the appraiser at Gledhill in Sepulveda at 11:30 a.m. Then I have lunch at Bakers Square. I bring half my lunch home for dinner.
I see Gary's realtor, Kim King, and she gives me the only 5 houses in the San Fernando Valley with comparable features and price, to the house in Simi. I drive by the 2 in Sepulveda. They are small and terrible looking. I come home and go with the realtor to see inside the Emerald house. It's perfect for Gary. Needs paint and carpet.
Whoa! Frank had a quick overnight recovery from his cold! The night before he was too sick for square dancing. Nice to spend the day with his oldest son Phillip.
Good strategy to bring home half your lunch for dinner, Mom. That way you get to enjoy it twice.
Mom is certainly doing alot of legwork for Gary, checking out houses for him in both Simi Valley and the San Fernando Valley.
Gary is Wishy-Washy
Sunday January 26, 1992
Up early. Gary and Maria will come at 10 a.m. to look at this perfect house we found.
Frank still has lost his voice and feeling too punk today to walk. I feel about the same, maybe a little less mucous.
Gary and Maria arrive with the boys and nephew Brian. Brian is sick and throwing up so we take a towel for him and pile into our car to meet the realtor to see a house like the one I want Gary to buy. We look at that and 2 others to convince ourselves that he should buy the one on Emerald. Gary is wishy-washy now, not sure he wants to live in Simi. They leave at 1 p.m. We go out to lunch, get 2 movies, and veg out trying to cure our colds.
Poor Brian having to drive around when he is throwing up! That cannot have been fun for the others in the car either. With Mom and Frank both sick, riding in that car was virus city!
I can see why my brother was hesitant to move to Simi Valley. He already had a long commute to work for the DWP in Los Angeles, and moving to Simi would add another 20 minutes. Would it be worth it?
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