One more day in L.A.

Our attempt at a selfie in Manhattan Beach

       Yesterday was Tom's and my last day in Los Angeles before leaving for Honolulu.
        We spent the morning puttering around the house talking about how we really should get out and do something as the weather was so nice.

      We decided we would go out.  As soon as we got one more load of laundry done.  And one more load of laundry.  And the vacuuming done.  And as soon as we checked our email.  And read the paper. 
   "What time is it?"  I finally asked Tom.
    "About eleven, I think,"  he replied.  "Oh, no wait, it's ten after one!"
    My lunch-o-meter agreed.
    So we decided to head to the beach.

Tom in downtown Manhattan Beach.  That  band of blue behind Tom's head is the ocean.

    For lunch we decided to head up the street to a local eatery called The Kettle,

...with a cute interior and a very cute bathroom.

    I ordered the Roasted Garlic & Bleu Burger, which was "half pound wagyu burger with melted bleu cheese& roasted garlic on a toasted brioche bun."
    I don't know what kind of animal a waygu is, but the burger was awesome.  The fries, on the other hand, seemed like they'd passed their prime some time ago.
    Tom ordered two sunny-side-up eggs with fried potatoes and toast.  The eggs were good, as was the toast.  The potatoes were cold and probably eligible for social security. 
    When our server came bay and asked if everything was tasting good Tom was upfront about the state of his potatoes, of which he'd only eaten a few.  A few minutes later our server came by with a lovely plate of fruit for him to make up for the potatoes. 
    Hopefully The Kettle was just having a bad potato day.
    From The Kettle we walked down to the pier,

...from where we had a good view of the beach, which was fairly crowded with spring-breakers.

    From the pier I took this shot of my favorite Manhattan Beach house. I always wonder who lives here.  I told Maria and Justin that if I had 10 zillion and three dollars I'd buy this house for them.  They told me no, thanks, they don't like this house.  Oh well, to each his own, right?

After a couple of turns around the pier we walked back into town the went back to Maria and Justin's to putter around some more and fix dinner,  

...after which we had a fine laundry-folding party,

   ...until some of our participants found more engaging occupations

    This morning there was just time for a quick book with Grandpa before we headed out to the airport and everyone else set out for the day

Next stop Honolulu, Lord willing.