A Perfect Moment in Postcards 4
- Sept. 8, 2015, 6:12 p.m.
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Just for a moment yesterday, I turned to George and said, “There could be no finer moment than this.”
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.
- Himself: Feeling better all around. At work doing a little of everything.
- Herself: Was to have coffee with a friend, but she is ill. Forgot to fix food for a potluch, but can take olives. No water, but the gym had water. It’s a day of finding alternitives.
- Reading: A witches mystery.
- Gratitudes: The sky was powerful this morning in its contrasts. Peter’s house was stunning, (photos later), and I got to meet Photographer Martin Cox of Maritime Matters.
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