A Bad Trip

This is how the trip to Sarah's house began. The South-bound 5 was closed at the Newhall Pass. I wasn't going South, I was going North, but all of the traffic was being diverted North, so it was a bloody mess. I'm guessing that someone drove off the overpass, judging from all of the emergency vehicles parked on it and the rows of people staring over the edge to the freeway below.

This is MacKenzie after she threw up in my purse. See the chicken noodle casserole in my purse? That was her breakfast. This happened near Santa Barbara, so it was still a long drive left with a sick dog and a stinky car.

The trip went downhill from there. MacKenzie has adjusted to my house and behaves like a more or less normal dog. At Sarah's house, the change was too much for her. She was a growling, snapping challenge. We had to leave the next day. So much for my trip.

The drive back was uneventful. Although, I did suddenly remember that today would have been my 25th wedding anniversary if the Son of a Bitch hadn't bailed. But, what can you do? Life goes on. When I got home I had cake and wine to celebrate. I'm better off without him.

Driving through Santa Paula past the miles of citrus ranches, I stopped at a fruit stand. I was able to buy my first California oranges this year. Most of the crop was destroyed from the frost last winter and the local stores sell foreign and totally unacceptable oranges. I also got some strawberries that were so fragrant they hid the scent of dog vomit in my car. They were so good and I was so hungry that I ate a basket without washing them first. They still had tiny strawberry flower petals scattered across them. How could anything that pretty and delicious be dirty?

I'm tired from the marathon driving trip and the dogs are practically comatose. I plan on thoroughly enjoying the rest of my week off.