Los Angeles, California: Hello, Dear Readers, from The City of Angels. DT and I drove to Los Angeles from Indio Wednesday afternoon to see the kids. Dave has a meeting in Santa Monica (track & field stuff) Friday morning, so that was a good excuse to visit our little grandson... as if we need an excuse.
We interrupted a scheduled Wednesday "date night" Lenny had planned with Lisa. We told Lenny he could cancel the sitter and we would happily stay with Leo while they went to dinner, but the Best Son-in-Law Ever invited us along.
Kids these days!

We were on Leo-Duty much of today. Lenny went to work and Lisa had a Ladies Luncheon. Our morning started with breakfast with dinosaurs and a little jogging (no matter that Leo was exercising in his pajamas and basketball shoes).


Except today.
For some reason, the metal grates were down around the carousel, so we had to switch to Plan B.

There is nothing Leo likes more than riding the sad furry $3 ponies in Griffith Park. Honestly, he goes so often the workers know him and give Leo the best sad furry pony to ride. Leo rode the ponies twice and also went on a wagon ride (cart pulled by mules). Yes, you read that right. Mules.
Too early to go home. Too early for lunch. What did the Little Dude want to do next?
Park.
Leo wanted to go play in one of his favorite parks in Griffith Park. We arrived to the playground just as a few school buses filled with field-tripping grammar-schoolers arrived. DT and I are old - it was all we could do to keep track of Leo.

Since we were already in Griffith Park, DT and I took Leo to the cafe at the Gene Autry Museum for lunch. They have amazing American Fry Bread Chicken Tacos (and an all-beef hot dog on the kiddie menu). Our 25 pound grandson ate an entire hot dog and a ton of fries.


Dave and I had an incredible day with Leo - and then we enjoyed a lovely evening with Lisa and Lenny. I cooked pasta with sun-dried tomatoes and mushrooms. Dave and Lenny did the dishes while Lisa and I gave Leo a bath and put him to bed.
SLOGGER REPORT: It is super-rare that I gather 10,000 steps on my pedometer without jogging at least three miles - but it was not a problem today.
Until my next update, I remain, your exhausted correspondent.