WALKING MY WAYS

WALKING MY WAYS. What a difference a day makes. Recently, a former neighbor called, to wish me a Happy Birthday. (94.) And then asked me about our old neighborhood. And I told her I hardly ever see a soul. And the next day I had to eat my words. First, I ran into two new neighbors. And their dogs. Who lived directly opposite me, but whom I never had met, as they had rented out their home for 2 years. But now they have moved in. And we had a wonderful chat. And surely will see each other more often. And shortly thereafter, I ran into another neighbor, who was dropping off her three kids at RLS lower school. And whom I also hadn’t seen in a while. And now, I suddenly did. All in 24 hours.

Surely, life is a crap shoot. A whirlwind, and more. Over the last few days, I suddenly saw and heard from individuals I hadn’t seen in years. In fact, I almost had forgotten about them. And then, suddenly, just like that, they re-emerged. Which goes to say that one should never say never. Never.

On the other hand, there are days when one hardly knows a soul. This happened a week ago, when I attended Carmel’s annual art festival. In Devendorf Park. With awards, galas, paintings, sales, musicians, judges, tourists, locals, artists and more. All thrust in a melee of activity. Primarily around Plein-Air paintings. Mostly non-local, with artists coming from all over to paint and show “their stuff.” With a beautiful brochure, to help sort it out.

Plus many common denominators. The biggest being non-existent parking. Especially on Sunday, when Monterey’s remarkable Symphony was also performing, at Sunset Center. And parking seemed to be an illusion. Nevertheless. In the end, it all seemed to work out. Somehow. Like it always does. And finally I managed to go to bed. At Peace. And grateful to live in Carmel-by-the-Sea. Always. Finis.