Sunday Car Show and CHOCOLATE…

Well, you can’t have a car show without chocolate, I always say. So, being that this is a car town and I can go up into just about any parking lot to see cool rides, I figured I hit THE CHOCOLATE BOX CAFE at the Malibu Lumberyard first. And I’m glad I did…

Can’t look at cool rides on an empty stomach, so Kathie and I downed a Carmel Hot Chocolate with Whipped Cream, then… …stared at fish. (Don’t ask.) Bug and Sammy helped me finish the cream part. Major lickin’s.

Then, we perused the Bu, scopin’ rides. My Sunday Fav? This spanken hot Pontiac GTO in Dark Metallic Aqua.

Yea, the standard money cars were out as you can see, but the GTO had me floored, …flawless. Speedtser and some of the bikes were cool, too. Tons of people came into town to show some serious heavy metal. Just another day in the AUTOMOTIVE ARSENAL.

Ok, who’s running who…?

Bug and Sammy wanna go bye, bye.

Got up early this morning to take a run and guess who wanted to go. Yes, Bug and Sammy. Have you ever tried running with two pups who want to smell and sniff everything in site? For every step I take, they take 12.

But how can you say no to faces like that?

Sunday is today, right? Ok, what am I doing today? Oh…

Run. Wups, already did that. Ok, so at 11am I’m heading to the Lake Shrine for a service. Looking forward to that as I always do because it’s a blast. Strange, eh? Going to a service and saying that? But it is. It’s fun and also enlightening. You are what you believe, and I believe that I’ll have a banana now.(See how I segued out of that oh so nicely?) Yea, whatever FT.

Since my wife is heading to Redondo Beach at 3pm, I’m free as a bird this afternoon to get stuff done. (She’s going to be gone for 122 hours dues to traffic, so I have plenty of time!) Think I’ll go into town and check out cars…


A day of CHILL…


What do YOU do on Sundays? You know, the “Day of Chill” we call it. Some call it Super Sunday, The Sabbath, Game Day or just ….aaaahhhh…

Sundays are and were, since the beginning of time, to be a day to recharge. So, recharge I did. Started out by my dog waking me at 5am!!! She (Sammy) is very determined to do her job, and since she’s taken it upon herself that the job is licking my face until I wake up, she’s very good at it. Try to sleep in, and she just licks harder.

So… awake, I set out to do what I do in this order. Coffee, Emails, Read, Run… then watch is Sammy does the same thing to Kathie at about 8am. We had some fruit, (bananas, oranges, pears), then read a bit from a book by Nona L. Brooks and did a meditation.

10:30 and we were off to the Lake Shrine for a cool Sunday talk with one of the awesome Monks. No, it’s not a freaky religious place, but a very spiritually uplifting talk that covered what it feels like when we lose someone close to us. We met my Dad there and he loved it, and since my Mom died a year ago, it was nice to hear. And Pop isn’t into any sort of religion. (I told him about Facebook, and his only response was “What makes these people think I want to be their friends!?)

A few hours later and we were at Pat’s Topanga Grill for an awesome veggieburger. Live music, great outdoor seating, and Pat’s unique personality. (My Dad had decaf and Pat poured in the wrong coffee, then realized and called my Dad a Basterd for having coffee for babies.) He was kidding, of course, but this is Pat. He’s awesome. He even put a photo of me on his wall. (Why? It might scare away the customers!)

Then, back to the house for some more reading, another bit of quiet time and a short nap. Like I said, a recharge. If you don’t give yourself permission to recharge, it never happens and the stress never lets up.

Do yourself a favor and make Sunday a day of rest. Mentally. Physically too, but it’s really more to rest the mind.