The Last November Days in Postcards 4

The last cottage on Lotus Street where I lived with my two kids, where I met George.

It’s been a lovely few sunny days with crisp nights. Somehow that seems perfection as I watch the weather reports from the east.

I talked with my youngest twice this week. She seemed happy to hear from me and I delighted in hearing her voice.

“I don’t want money, Mother, I want something you picked.”

Looking from the top of the Point across North Island and Coronado to Downtown.

We got Margot a few real things this year too. Usually, knowing how broke they are, I send money. Maybe it’s because Mother always sent me money that I’ve done it all these years.

OK, so now I’ll send real, tangible things up into the land of the rain and the land of the heat.

I post pictures from the land of the sun taken on Thanksgiving day too.

I wave.