Saturday, June 29, 2019

I sat in my car in front of the Monterey airport for 40 minutes.  The sign said 3 minute limit and driver has to stay with car.  Well I stayed with the car until the two teenage New Yorker boys arrived.  The local policeman on the sidewalk didn’t say anything to me. It is true I am invisible.

The sounds of the teenagers playing the Sushi game drift into the living room where I am sitting.  Once again, the cousins have resumed their friendships.  I had warned the New Yorkers that it was cold here but they didn’t quite believe it.

The pile of books by my chair is read to topple.  I am not sure where to move the pile.