Just for a moment yesterday, I turned to George and said, “There could be no finer moment.”
There was a cool breeze off the bay, we were sitting side by side in the ballpark munching on Cracker jack, and we both were amazingly happy. The sun hadn’t reached our seats yet. And, being bigger people in smaller seats, we were intertwined arm over arm.
We lost, but nothing much could take away the comfort of the day even the three drunk ladies in front of us. Best of all for me, using my walker, I could zip right along without a pain anywhere. To finalize the day, we stopped at the store to photograph the pumpkin teapots. G sent pictures off to the Captain, and she bought one right off his camera.
We blew dinner off and had a Sunday each. Imagine, heaven indeed.