The vicarious SF experience

The WORST part of the realization that you  no longer have the house to yourself after five long days of solitude?

Knowing that your husband is back..which means the clutter is back, which means there are shoes in the hallway again, and junk on the kitchen table and counters, and you can't stay up reading with the light on 'til all wee hours in the morning, even 'though your book,( "Wellness")..is terrific.

The BEST part of the realization that you no longer have the house to yourself after five long days of solitude?

Your husband is home, and HE'S the one who'll get up five times a night because of your poodle's fickle bladder, and your husband comes home gifting you  with a  t-shirt with a clever saying  from Alcatraz, and a bag of  delectable Ghirardelli white chocolate squares filled with caramel..which is a better "San Francisco treat" than a box of Rice-a-Roni..

And because you're not ALWAYS that self-centered, self-absorbed Karen that you SOMETIMES are, the BEST part also means you get to share your husband's San Francisco getaway with your son vicariously, that between the stories they've told and the photos they've shared, you feel like you were actually on that cable car with them; that you actually watched wins for the Oakland A's and the San Francisco Giants in person, that you actually climbed the hills and then walked thirteen flights of stairs  to get that magnificent view from Coit Tower. 

 (But then you realize that the last item couldn't have possibly happened to you in reality, because you didn't wake up in a hospital room with an oxygen tank)

This isn't about the white chocolate--okay, it's not EXCLUSIVELY about the white chocolate, but I'm really happy that Jim and Evan took this little getaway, and now Evan has only four more MLB stadiums to visit before crossing off a bucket list item of "30 before 30"--seeing all thirty stadiums before her turns thirty sixteen months from now.

"by the time you get to Phoenix....."

(Is that reference too Boomer-y for Evan?)

By the time you get to Phoenix..you'll only have to visit  the two stadiums in Los Angeles and  then one in San Diego, and you'll have memories that'll last a lifetime...that you get to share and build  with your fun, sports-loving  Dad.

(I hope he didn't leave as many shoes on the floor in the hotels)