As we count down the last days of public service, I took my last ride in the Veterans’ Day Parade. It was a glorious fall day— brilliant blue sky, cadmium leaves and just a bit of a chill in the air. Smiling onlookers smiled and waved tiny American flags as we cruised by, resplendent in our vintage convertibles. As I thanked veterans for their service, many of them called back, “And thank you for yours!”
It was a real Norman Rockwell kind of experience.
I rushed home to prepare dinner for guests: a friend and his daughter, whom he has not seen in some time. She came to visit from Arizona, where she dissects archeological bits for a museum.
Dear Hubby helped soon as he got home from work, picking fresh kale from the garden and lighting candles around the house.
We had grilled salmon with lemon caper aeoli, buttered rice and sautéed kale. Focaccia and gorgonzola. A light rose wine. Coffee after with just a tiny scoop of lemon sherbet and one piece of chocolate on top.
The daughter is just lovely, physically beautiful, kind and so so smart. Her dad looked at her with a heart full of love. We looked at him looking at her and enjoyed the reflections of pure emotion.
Altogether it was just a great, warm day.
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