My day begins with a four mile run/walk along the beach. For two decades I have been a regular on this beach. I am rarely alone. The same faces whiz past me and Good Morning's are exchanged and many regulars I know by first name. Bill who has a larger than life personality and represented a famous American singer is a regular and his humour and smile lights up the coastline.
This day he stops me and I am invited to join the beachwalkers for lunch in a local restaurant.
I enquire if there is a purpose to the luncheon. In his booming tone he responds: "Helen, we have absolutely no purpose other than to have a good time"
My art partner Mary Rose, also a beach walker, and I have a delightful lunch and enjoy hearing more about our fellow runners/walkers.
A cardinal has nested, again this year, at my door, in a ficus tree, and has two extremely fat babies who seem reluctant to leave the nest. The brazen, law breaking father keeps a watchful eye as we enter and exit.
My 'COMMENT' button is working again. Yeah!
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