Marie at the Farman’s beach in OB, 1967.
My back and hip were cranky, but my soul had a grand day. I love days like this. Imagine, a day when all the odds and ends flowed along smoofly, a day when everything fit together like a cliché should, and as the sun went down you knew it was a day that was just the way it should be.
Lenora at the Balboa Park Lilly Pond, 1968.
Duck: Asleep my first visit, and they admitted he napped a great deal now. At a concert when I was leaving, and at four was in PT. Busy man.
Me: Walked, and Duck: They listened, noted, and only after a great fuss will take some action on Duck’s hearing. Home to lunch, scan half of Volume 19, dinner that was edible, Duck, and G. What more could one want.
G: Teased me all day about my thinking it Wednesday when it was really Tuesday. Today he goes in at twelve thirty and will be home after ten.
Work: Padre’s 2008 Schedule.