A DAY OFF in Postcards 4

We planned a very unplanned and totally relaxed day Monday. It happened, and it really worked. We woke late, did nothing much, and only as the sun began hiding behind the fog did we head out to Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery. It’s one of my favorite places. With the bay on one side and the ocean on the other, it is heaven as far as I am concerned.

You can’t go into the pool with open wounds, and I have had a lot of missing skin lately. If I can’t get into the pool, I can’t walk. Just a month or so out of the water, and I am panting as if I had COPD. So I didn’t walk far yesterday. Tomorrow back in the pool.

Rarely do stones differ, but here we have a big granite marker and a WWI stone too.

George’s mom and dad’s stone had lost the black in its lettering. They had a flag but no rose. Dale had a flag and a rose. Then we cruised the bay side.

“Can we find Mikey,” I asked G. He remembered the area.

There was a parking place too, and as we reached the rows of walls and markers, I turned the corner and said without planning, “I would think he was buried right here.” My hand was resting right on his marker.

I am eating simply these days. Hamburger, avocado, and a little salad dressing. He went off to an outside meeting, and I took a Tony Hillerman to bed with me and KPBS military films.

Taking a photo of Mikey’s row so I can remember.
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Himself: Delightfully swampt with Monday’s work.
Herself: Mundanities like laundry, cleaners, and a meeting at 0645.
Reading: Tony Hillerman
Watching: Something we recorded last night.
Gratitudes: That I seem to have an inner peace. That’s to cherish.