We left at 9:00 for LAX and boy, the traffic was extreme. Made it by 11:00, though, and met Mike there. Of course, Vivian rushed into his arms and they had a fine reunion. We waited, chatting with them, for about an hour, then Ellen and I said goodbye to our darling niece and granddaughter. Parting was eased a bit by the knowledge that Mike and his whole family will be back in December.
El and I stopped at a restaurant for lunch, then at several mattress stores on the the way home. After comparing deals, I decided on a double bed at Sit 'n' Sleep and got a good buy on it. It'll be delivered tomorrow, which is--ta-dah: move-in day!
We stopped at Bed, Bath & Beyond for a mattress cover, then home about 4:00, which seemed so quiet in the absence of vivacious Vivian. Puttered around until dinner, which consisted of Gregg's fabulous pasta/pesto, left over from our little dinner party on Monday. El and I watched Rachel Maddow until said chef came in at 7:00 after work; I asked if I could see his DVD of Chinatown, about my favorite movie and, I think, close to perfection of that ilk.
Gregg put it in, then he and Ellen went out for a walk in "Charterville,"* even though it was practically the middle of the night (about 8:30). I contentedly watched Jack, Faye, and that little rat, Roman Polanski, and the two were back in time to hear those deathless words,"forget it, Jack--it's Chinatown."
*They like to walk in a certain area of Ventura near where Ellen's friend lives. Her last name if "Charter," so Gregg dubbed it in her honor.