Yesterday… I mean apart from getting ZERO done on my life list, I had something resembling a perfect day. I got to see my kids and Paul as we chatted about the job hunt for the kids (got some things straight). I got fed a yummy tortilla lunch which Paul and Keith and Katie assembled; later I did a kindness for someone which triggered him buying me sufficiency of beer for the nonce. Happiness is a fridge full of Corona.
I got to visit with Tre. Logos, but that’s one cute babby. Battery and Tanya and Jeff and I laughed and chatted and had a very pleasant time while I got the grisly details of the birth, none of which are for public consumption. The result, a calm but busy 6 week old who developmentally is a month ahead (REALLY strong), is what counts.
Margot couldn’t stand the lack of focus on her, and came into the livingroom to (very ladylike) hork up some grass, because the babby was being changed at the same time…
The weather, after a little overcast, was perfect all day.
Then, hung out for a while not doing much of anything and Mike came by and took me and Keith and Jeff to the Richmond Night Market, where I bought nothing but REALLY GOOD kettle corn, and where I watched my beautiful son metamorphose into a steely eyed killer (there was a mini-midway, and he shot enough pins to get me a little purple bear (not exactly worth the five bucks he paid to play…. but I digress as usual and besides, Miss Margot is eviscerating it as I type, so its purpose has been revealed)) and after we drove away Mike took us to his cefu’s traditional chinese martial arts club (Mike corrected me, Jack is NOT his cefu, Galen is. Men can be so STERN when you get things wrong) in an industrial park in Richmond (and boy, has he done a pile of work on that place to help Jack get ready) and then I got to watch the north shore skyline etched against a sunset sky while the wind whipped through my hair. Ah, convertibles. And I cried a little bit, because I am so happy, and so grateful to be living here, surrounded by such loving friends and family. Side note, John Caspell trained with Jack. Everything is deeply intertwingled.
When we got home, TrueBlood. Not enough Eric; no Pam, not enough Jessica. But considering what the first four episodes of the season were like, I am willing to cut some slack.
Can you tell I had a perfect day?
And today, instead of working, I’m going with daughter Katie and Mike to the beach. My happiness is like a golden thread.
I would like to give special, extra, crunchy golden props to Jeff, who has been leaving the real for real audio of the Apollo 11 mission running for the last couple of days during waking hours. It’s been an ongoing reminder of why I’m an atheist.
Until we saw the Earth rise over the moon, I don’t think the fundamental unity of human life, and its fragility, had ever been so starkly drawn. And it wasn’t the Pope or Mohammad, peace be upon him, what got us there.
