News From the Ranch (equipment failure edition)

The air conditioner broke. It's a new unit, under warranty, all of that, but when the temperature is above 100° and the humidity is above 55% (for you non-locals that's called Monsoon season) there just isn't any kind of living to be done.

The house is constructed on the old hacienda model, with thick adobe walls and overhanging eaves, but still has been rendered unlivable for the bulk of the day. Therefore, using the old Vince Lombardi proverb "When the going gets tough, the tough get the fuck outta there" (or words to that effect) We are loading the bus up with the more weather endangered instruments, and headed off to Mission Beach a few days early.

The air conditioning guys should have things fixed sometime today or tomorrow and it will be up and running by the time the house sitters get here on Wednesday. My neighbors (the goat farmer, and the God of All Ropers) have generously offered to take care of my critters during the gap.

I was working off of my normal beach vacation style, planning to take twice as much money and half as many clothes for this trip. But since I'm packing far more instruments than I was planning to use on the gig that's paying for the beach time I have switched from the planned two cars to the bus, and a car.

Medskool girl, her classmate from India and I will be hitting the road in a couple of hours. We will pick Mom up on our way.

Both of the girls and Mom are chained to their laptops so there should be no problem keeping postings on a regular track. There are still some characters combing the San Diego beaches. And Balboa Park is one of my favorite places in the world.

Stay chilly folks.