Himself: Committed himself to a second meeting a week. Ran errands, took G’ette to Dales grave, committed himself to new, no fat, smaller portions, cholesterol lowering eating. Big Changes.
Herself: Called Bee and found out what she is eating. I can’t eat it, speaking of grumpy, but I’m into lots of compromise. Today back in the pool, work with books, and walk.
Gratitude: G, Bee, the helpful folks at Henry’s Market.
First the coast, then Camp Pendelton. In LA, their town pretends to rurality when in reality it is trying to be France.
Miles, dear Miles, is a carnivore. He had zipped on down to Jerry’s deli and returned with four meats and two high mayo salads. Both lunch and the converstation were delightful. Bee and her visiting friend were both recent graduates from the Kaiser diet school, and they both looked great.
Top: Three pieces of old art. Bottom: Found the Mission Santa Barbara which delighted us.
The hotel was one of those famous historic places that G is always finding….this time run by Hyatt which gave me hope. The food was simply wonderful. The room and furnishings were small and tired. We understand that Hyatt will be closing the hotel for renovations, and I’m sure that by the time it reopens we will no longer be able to afford it no matter the season.
The Santa Barbara Mission buildings were magic, but the expansion of the Spanish presence northward by means of The Catholic Missions angers me terribly. They brought their diseases with them, and as a result whole communities were wiped away.
Soon we were asleep to the gentle roar of the surf.