A Very Good Sunday in Postcards 4

Greeted by a wall of 8 and 10 foot trees.

It was a quiet start to the day. I like Sundays where the bed covers are warm, the coffee and muffin are hot, and CBS Sunday Morning is more distracting than the book I am reading. When the sun came out, we headed out into the blue skies to run an errand or two.

Got my hair cut. Got his hair trimmed. That was most important. It was his 30th Birthday, you see.

We stopped at the Holiday Store. I was hoping we could find some blue or turquoise teardrops…they call them finials. I broke one of our 1950’s finials last year. Nope. No replacements. Laughing, we bought a small blue and silver ray gun.

We napped, we ate Mexican…which perhaps wasn’t the best social choice, and daughter Margot joined us. Should have dragged her to dinner too. Off we went to the church on top of Mount Soledad where G was the chief speaker in his Frank Lloyd Wright tie.

It was a very good evening.

• Himself: Started into his 31st year with a grin.
• Herself: Really enjoying owning a heater.
• Reading: Saving Italy…the monuments men in action in Italy.
• Balance: Found a powder deodorant that helps with the cast.