For dinner tonight:
cheese and crackers
tomato and broccoli salad (but I was reheating 3 day old chili for mini-pear so I overcooked the broccoli)
hummus and chopped carrots, celery, bell peppers
left over Mexican coleslaw
It was the kind of thing I'd eat all by myself in my underwear on the step-stool with my third beer perspiring on the kitchen counter. Except I was not all alone.
We visited the Botanical Gardens this morning. After about 45 minutes, mini-pear decided she need to sit and meditate. She carefully took off her shoes and sat "criss cross apple sauce" on the trail, with her eyes shut tightly and her arms resting on her thighs. This meditation kick is inspired by karate lessons and our visit to the Meditation Gardens at Swami's yesterday. This fascination for sitting perfectly still and quiet has my full support.
After lunch with Mr. Pear (he is working and I am playing tour guide), we drove down the coast to Mount Soledad for a pretty excellent panoramic view. I think I terrified Grandpa Bill. He does not often relinquish control of the wheel and I think the stomach lurching overlooks were more than he had planned on. The van loads full of camera wielding spawn of the religious right pilgrims were more than I had planned on, but there's that gigantic white cross up there attracting every last nut job.
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