Moving Day. San Diego for 9 nights. John is getting everything ready – car on dolly, bikes and motorcycle on dolly, swimming stuff, grill, shoes underneath, beds put away and slides in. I am going to get in the hot tub one last time, then get clean with the girls.
Yesterday we hung out at the pool and RV, except for a trip to Winco for me. I needed to stock up on granola bars for Anne. I love Winco.
Square did well yesterday, up to $14.87 from a purchase price of $9 for us. We ended up with 213 shares. The IPO only allowed about $1920 in purchases. We still have $580 in the Loyal3 account to buy more. It’s still in the $13 price range, so I’m going to wait to see if it dips.
John is outside talking to another resort guest, probably about the tow dolly. Guys love that thing. It’s called a tandem dolly. It has a place for a motorcycle in front of the car.
I need to poop, so I need to go to the campground bathroom. No, I don’t like the idea of pooping in the RV and I’m capable of walking to the bathroom. Kids can poop in the RV. Everyone seems to handle it differently. But I pretty much sleep over the black tank, and I don’t like the idea of John emptying the black tank with my poop in it. Like he’s cleaning up after me.
After getting situated at the RV park, we took the kids and a bottle of wine to Mt. Soledad for the sunset. It is exactly the same, other than the construction on the steps is finally done. It was weird to look at pictures afterward of kids playing in the same small grassy area where we were married, where my dad walked with me, where our friends and family came together. A few of them are gone now.
Then we drove through OB for the fun of it. I hope we get to go to Saporro. And the beach.