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60 days -- and counting -- to paradise

As you can see, I have added a countdown clock to my blog. I replaced the now defunct (thank the stars) Bush's-last-day countdown with one ticking off the time to our vacation. We are going to Monterey, Calif., in March to celebrate our ninth wedding anniversary. (Thank you Mom and Dad for the babysitting services!!!)

Tim just noticed a new article in the NY Times featuring info about Carmel-by-the-Sea, Monterey's next door neighbor and former home of Ansel Adams, among others. Clint Eastwood used to be mayor of the town and still owns a restaurant there. I was already excited to go but this article has me drooling and wishing the clock would move faster, already!

Jealous?! We haven't been to the coast in something like a dozen years. We haven't been much of anywhere in the last five or six. We've earned it.

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Tom Myler (scoodog) said…
Sounds like a terrific vacation!! I'm sure you'll have a great time. Congrats!
3:54 PM
AnneR said…
Friends of mine just got back from Carmel and are gushing about it. Yay you!
9:44 AM
Anonymous said…
Lucky you!! It is indeed a great place, and the aquarium is fun.

Sara M.
9:21 AM
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