Mondays are "kaffe klatch" day. So I walk down the hill and meet up with the "girls" at 11AM.
Yesterday I had stuff to do so I headed in early to do errands. I was all over the place. Still had time before 11 so I sat on the bench with Old Joe and Pat. One never sits on the bench for long before others stop by to visit for a few minutes.
Up walked Don from Canada and his dog Greg. Greg always has his nose out for a contribution of any crumb of food. Gorgeous golden retriever and funny dog. Don admitted he is "training" his new cat and it now will roll over on command. I told him he had way too much time on his hands if he is trying to train a cat. Then voila..........First Mate's blog on the Moscow Circus of Cats.........yesterday afternoon. Made me laugh out loud and of course forward it to Don.
The subject inevitably turns to the weather on the bench. Not ours, everyone elses in other parts of the world. Ours is always nearly perfect. How can you argue with 350 days of sunshine? So, we talked about Canada's weather and the snow in Colorado. On and on. I laughed and said that one of the greatest things about living here is that the weather pretty much stays the same. Whereas in the half century I lived in the South, in heat and humidity, you never knew if a rain gusher, tornado, hurricane, flood or whatever was going to hit you. Not to mention heat and humidity. Oh, I did already.
I NEVER take this weather for granted here. It is so beautiful, cool and not humid - just perfect.
Sleeping with the windows open at night is a gift. I never knew such a place existed. Well, maybe San Diego. They have good weather too, but it's too darn expensive to live there.
Sometimes the conversations on the bench get heated. Like where are we all going to eat today? Whew that CAN start something. Or some kind of political discussion. Most of us avoid that topic altogether.........While sitting there having these conversations, we always have our eyes on the passing venue of little chubby cheeked kids, the old man who is cursing everything and is so old we will be disappointed when he is no longer around and others. Others are interesting, but not as much as the old Mexican man.
I always hate to get up and leave the bench for fear I'm going to miss something. It's like turning on the Discovery Channel.