Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Eighty-One
Friday. Game day.
She asks me if I will remember, though. At first, I am offended even though she’s right. I forget about a lot of things these days. However, today, I will remember the blanket and the pillow.
I grab a copy of the paper while he pays for the coffee and find the article in the center with a few pictures and giggle to myself because I can imagine what she’s going to say. But they look like they are playing basketball.
To have reached the point where there aren’t enough uniforms is a good place to be.
I look at all the bags lined up on the sidewalk and it looks like we’re going away for three days not 12 hours. Better to have and not need than need and not have as Mom would say.
Standing on the bluffs overlooking the water. The colors of the water today are especially beautiful. The sun is lowering itself in the sky, casting gold against the rugged rocks and rough sea.
The three of us are standing on the edge looking down at the sea lions and the crashing waters. An older couple and their dog make their way past. “Did you see the whale? It’s the first one we’ve seen of the season. Look out there against the horizon and you’ll see them blowing water.” They continue on and the three of us stare silently out at the sea. There’s one and another and another and another. We realize that we’ve been staring down at the water below that we had failed to look beyond the bouys. And isn’t that a metaphor for life? How often are we staring so hard at what’s right in front of our faces that we fail to see the beauty beyond the horizon?
42-41 road win against a tough opponent. This team. Record breakers.
“I think I ran over some baby piggies.”
Crawling into bed. TGIF.
