We walked to the beach from her house, just a few blocks to take in the local scene. She lived there as a young hippy and was able to compare and contrast then and now. Evidently geologic time is happening in the speeded up version. Much of the beach road had been eroded away in the intervening decades. We looked at a very weathered building made by a local artist. We watched someone parasurfing in the waves, a spectacular sort of sport, a combination of surfing, kite flying, and sailing. It looked really fun and something that I would never be able to do, requiring an athletic prowess that is completely beyond me. I’ve never been one for water sports. I dislike being rocketed around in the waves. I swim, but only barely and in a highly inefficient way. Still, it was great fun to watch this fellow.

Linda Grace and I went back to her living space and talked into the evening surrounding by the usual gaggle of dogs that she is accustomed to living with. The latest dog is a very peculiar dog that seems to be a combination Italian greyhound and miniature dachshund, having gotten the short end of the stick from both parents. Lucky is her oldest dog, about 14. He’s in better shape than Maggie, but that’s not saying much. He spent most of the time sleeping on the couch. There was also a Vishla there, who belonged to one of the girls. She was a magnificent beast, a real beauty. She, however, has an appetite for small electronics, never a good thing for a dog, or for the electronics, for that matter.