Super Sunday
At 5:30 AM, the San Jose Mercury News landed on our
doorstep. Since every section had stories devoted to an activity taking place
fifty miles away in Santa Clara, we devoted a minimal amount of tine to the
newspaper.
As usual, the only
worthwhile stories I read summarized the basketball game I saw the night before.
They described how our Golden State Warriors beat the Oklahoma City Thunder,
bringing their record to 46-4. They had knocked off another NBA pretender to
the Golden State throne. It’s a blessing to live in Santa Cruz, and view all of
the home and away games on television.
Early On
After breakfast,
while Carmen tended her garden, I continued to trim our eight-foot tall pine
tree, creatively shaping it to resemble a miniature bonsai.
The temperature in
Santa Cruz slowly rose beneath a warm sun, and settled comfortably at
seventy-three degrees, while the temperature in Miami rese to a comfortable
high of sixty-six degrees.
Ador-Ab-Lay
After lunch, we drove
downtown and saw a most interesting movie “Lady in the Van,” about an
eighty-year-old homeless woman in London As usual, Carmen and I walked hand in
hand toward our car. At the first crosswalk, a car stopped and waved us across.
All of the car’s windows were opened, and we could see the smiling faces of the
four twenty-five year-old men inside. The driver, whose arms were bedecked with
tattoos, warmly shouted, “You are fucking adorable,” and I replied, “So are
you.” Carmen beamed, since no one had ever said that to her, except for me. But
when I say it, I interject a Spanish pronunciation and say, “Carmen, you are
ador-ab-lay.”
While strolling to
our car, we stopped at Logo’s huge used and new bookstore, and after I found
the paperback Ukulele Heroes for a mere $7.98. I prevailed with Carmen that insisted
that we have to get a book for her, and she selected the hardcover book, European Cookies for Every Occasion, for
the same price.
We did a bit of
window-shopping at the Santa Cruz Warrior’s downtown store on Pacific Avenue,
for it was closed, and continued walking to our car.
Sand and See
We drove down to the
Boardwalk, and it and the nearby beach was crowded with people far from Santa
Clara. It was the same story at other beaches in the area. Who would want to be
anywhere else?
We did, and so we
went to a nearby park, and walked through the woods and fields on un-crowded
trails. Then we stopped at a health club near our house, for our new insurance
plan provided us with a free Silver Sneakers membership. Less than ten people
occupied the two-story, three-building structure. Perhaps the others were still
enjoying the marvelous weather elsewhere.
When we came home,
while I waited for salmon being cooked on our grill at the end of our Super
Sunday, I remember that there was some activity taking place that day in Santa
Clara. When I turned on my computer, I discovered that a team from Denver had
beaten a team from North Carolina.
Why Fly Away?
Today, on this
marvelous Monday, the temperature in Miami climbed to sixty-six degrees. At
3:30 PM, it’s now eighty degrees in Santa Cruz.
