Centering in Postcards 4

We puttered our way through The Ocean Beach Library’s big book sale Saturday morning. One of the ladies who volunteers at the Discovery Shop laughingly yelled at me that I didn’t need any more books. She was right, and we all laughed together as both G and I left with our big bag of purchases.

Downtown, we each had a half Subway sandwich as we sat in the hot sun at Petco Park. A wide range of speakers shared. The Navy Chaplin touched hearts as he told how Mike brought burgers and home out to the fleet. Family talked, children talked, workers talked, he gave many a second chance in life….all of love and friendship. Guy Fieri, of Diners Drive In’s and Dives came. I for one appreciated this a lot.

We left the Park in the Park for the coolness of Balboa Park before the Chaplin closed the memorial service. The great crowds moved to the downtown Hodad’s while George went to work at the Automotive Museum. He parked Grumpy out in back in the shade, and I read while watching people. For a while I even dozed until the wind grew too cold to sleep. Imagine that.

We have paused our lives most Sunday mornings for ritual . We watch CBS Sunday Mornings still curled up together under the covers. When G gets hungry we glory in muffins and butter and togetherness. The rest of this day he played games. This day I finished off “Being Mortal” feeling very mortal on my downward slide.