WALKING MY WAYS

WALKING MY WAYS. Life is a pot pourri. Of people, places, dogs, cats, tables, chairs, lunches, friends and more. I say this is, as the other morning I encountered all of the above. In a few hours. First the dogs and cats, as I passed two black labradors, nuzzling another small dog, while their owners looked on. On closer look, it wasn’t a dog, but rather a black cat, toying with its friends and seeking a tummy rub. An inspiring sight.

The table and chairs sat at the top of Carmel Beach. Where a kind gentleman had placed them, for us to have a morning chat. Along with coffee. Which he had initiated. And which was enjoyable. And wherein I discovered many things new to me. Like the fact that the murals, in the Little Swiss, which I love, were a quid pro quo. With the artist donating his art, in exchange for free meals, for all his life. Depending on how often the artist ate there, one can debate on whether he or the restaurant got the better deal.

And while on the beach, which was at 8:00 A.M. I encountered a host of kids, eagerly coming with their parents, buckets, shovels and beach chairs. And a lot of dogs, wagging their tails. And a compact Caterpillar tractor, cleaning the sand off the bottom of Ocean Ave. A machine I had never seen before. And, except for the tractor’s engine, everything was silent. But for an occasional breaking wave.

And later, I met two long time friends from Macy’s. For lunch at the Little Swiss. After waiting in line. One of whom was my former boss. And we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly, indulging in numerous stories and many laughs. And then my boss presented us with two lovely IN OUR AMERICA signs for our driveways. Positive and endearing, but far too complicated to enumerate their many plusses. In any event, I finally made it home for my nap. Ready. Finis.