Today Rosa's license plates are finally on --She loves her California car jewelry. The rear plate was easy — just exchange California for Florida — but the front was a mystery. There were outlines in the bumper where screws might go, but no holes for the screws. I wondered if I needed an electric drill. (Rosa cringed at the thought.) The man at AutoZone on Broadway figured it out — they have screws sharp enough to pierce the perforations — and he attached the new plate.
Then Cameron helped me clarify what help I need to integrate my audio-video-tv system. Thanks, Cameron! Looks like I’ll be getting a Geek Squad visit soon.
This evening Zing and I again crossed the bridge near the Crocker Art Museum. We took the River Walk all the way to where the concrete road ends; where young men were mingling -- and one asleep in a tent by the side of the road. There we decided to turn around. It did feel great to be walking along water again, even without the scent of salt water. It was beautiful, and the wind blew around us like a scarf.
On the way home, just past the Crocker Museum, Zing and I crossed paths with a woman and her little dog. We stopped to chat, and the woman (Her name is Faith.) eventually said her husband has died and her son has died, and she is depressed. “But you look so good,” I said to her. She rolled her eyes at me. “I feel like I’m in a dream,” she said, “like life is not real at all any more.”
“We should have lunch!” I said.
“I don’t know how we’d do that," she answered.
“I think we can figure it out."
In a turnabout, Faith jumped right in and suggested we meet on Saturday. “We can have lunch at the museum,” she said. So we will.
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| Along the Sacramento River |
2 comments:
Lunch with a friend... It's a good thing!
Mona!
Yes!
We didn't have enough of them!
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