This is my dad’s dad. Al senior. I have a crazy large family, my dad the second youngest of ten children. That puts me on the younger end of the 40 cousin spectrum.
That being said, I wasn’t that close to my Grampa. Being that I was number 37 in the line of cousins, I was just another grandchild. But that’s cool. I still have super great memories of him teaching me that my eyes were my ears and my mouth was my nose.
One of my cousins took a picture of this printed photo and put it on Facebook. For some reason his house is the subject or setting of a lot of my dreams lately. The 17 year anniversary of his death just passed.
This photo makes me smile and warms my heart every time I see it.
My regular writing spot was closed one Friday so I went a bit further down the freeway to this nice, quiet shopping center. Shopping center, did you say? But I see water…
Dos Lagos in Corona has this adorable man-made pond thing with a nice, refreshing water fall. Looking through the tunnel, this is a view of said fake pond.
It was peaceful there. Serene. Definitely a spot to add to my very short list of writing places. (Oh and it helps that they have a TGI Fridays, too, for an ice cold New Castle on tap.)