I’ve been away from home since 6 May—25 days.
I am currently staying with son-in-law Ken and granddaughter Sonya in San Jose. I have nothing scheduled today, so I will review what I have written, fill in some blanks, and allow any summary observations to emerge, if they will.
The picture in the header in the ‘About’ journal entry was taken from the summit of Coyote Peak in San Jose. I intend to visit here during the week beginning May 7 when I have nothing currently scheduled (although I hope to visit daughter Analiese in San Francisco during this period).
Regarding the new shoes I bought in Scottsdale, as reported in the 12 May journal entry, I have worn only the sandals, not the oxford type shoes I also bought. The sandals are more comfortable than any I have worn, giving my toes the ability to grasp the inner surface, thereby exercising them and associated sinews. The heel is cushioned so well that I can step off a curb without worrying about discomfort to my left knee. The only negative I have experienced is that they tend to be too warm, but this is undoubtedly due, at least in part, to ambient temperatures.
Son Greg reported to me that he had also visited Speedy’s Truck Stop in Arizona during his travels.
I have failed to report in several of the journal entries that sometimes the landscape at the higher elevations is covered, over many miles, with ROCKS, millions of rocks—from where? And how?
I did try to communicate with the chief executive at Ojai Valley Community Hospital, although I could do it only indirectly, but I got no response. I can understand this, especially in this time of COVID. Hospital executives have tightly packed schedules most of the time.
While waiting for my friend in Ventura at the designated place for our lunch, I visited the ‘Bank of Books’ across the street (I was about 30 minutes early in case I got lost, which I didn’t). It is a marvelous, old-fashion used book store with two levels, well organized with identifying signs for subject areas. I came away with two books: Freedom in Exile, The autobiography of the Dalai Lama, and The Funeral Ceremony of a Lay Buddhist, published by Shasta Abbey, located near the town of Mount Shasta in Northern California. I have another book that they have translated and published: Shōbōgenzō by Eihei Dōgen.
Since arriving in San Jose, I have mostly settled in, arranging my things so I no longer live out of two suitcases and a backpack. Ken and Sonya are wonderfully accommodating and pleasant company. Ken and I have covered old ground in our conversation and now in new territory, catching up on each other’s lives. It is good.
In the bathroom hangs a photo of a picture painted by my former wife, now dead, Patricia, Sonya’s maternal grandmother.
I’ve had a foot and leg massage (30 minutes) to address my cramping calves, and another 30 minutes for my neck and upper back.
My first visit was with the other (maternal side) great-grandparents to Quinn, the Montaños, and their daughter Dolores, Quinn’s ‘Grand-tía‘. We also ‘share’ twin granddaughters. We had a lovely luncheon on Lydia’s patio, surrounded by plants, including many succulents. Al told me of three juncos that had hatched in a large succulent against the house wall. We had a grand time catching up all our families’ growth and doings.
Next day I visited friends Bill and Gary in Palo Alto, and recounted times at the U. in Berkeley during the middle-1960s, including the ‘Free Speech Movement‘, remembered mutual friends, told of the generations in our respective families (they have five g-grandchildren), and compared ailments and recoveries. I also invited then to contribute to my ‘Being Old’ blog.
So, here I am at 13:50 PM in San Jose, 31 May, completing another journal entry and looking forward to tomorrow’s visit with another couple of old friends in Palo Alto.
Eva and I have been in touch and confess we have been missing each other and are looking forward to our reunion sometime in Late June or Early July.
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