Friday, January 11, 2019

We sit by the huge thick windows overlooking the Pacific Ocean and Point Lobos.  Large swells roll towards the rocks and then crash with white spray.  We have a morning retreat in the lobby of the Highland Inn and then eat lunch in the restaurant.  First, we share stories of our lives during the holidays. And then we get down to business.  All the time the waves keep hitting to the shore.  I wonder who keeps the window so clean.  And will we die if an earthquake hits as we sit in this cliff side building? Although we can see the ocean, we cannot hear any sounds from outside.

Little traffic on highway one on this Wednesday morning in January.  We have a break from the crush of visitors.

If staff hadn’t been watching I would have pinched short clippings from the geraniums bordering the long garden walk up to the front door. This walk allows me to hide my struggle of climbing the steps. I am preparing my spring garden.

I read through the whole New Yorker issue this week.  Everything was so interesting. Most of the time I just read one article and all the cartoons.