We're having a great time with our friends, and are off today for picnic and a hike on the ocean. Hope the winds don't come up. The dogs are in heaven, because they are getting lots of attention. All's right with the world. I'm looking forward to the rest of their visit, a big 50th anniversary party Saturday night and a baseball game Sunday for Father's Day. I wish my Dad could be there for that. He infused us with a love of the sport, and took us to countless Giants games, and loved the A's when they moved here as well, because they came from his beloved Kansas City. He would get a kick out of his grown grandchildren, and I miss his goofy, gaptoothed grin. He had a big heart, and the passion and drive to live, but he could surpass his final challenge, cancer, but he met it with grace and dignity.
This whole summer already seems overly full, but I'm going to take deep breaths and slowly enjoy each day without jumping to the next thing. No "rehearsing" as we call it in Buddhism. No "future thinking". Stay in the present, don't worry about the past, and enjoy the gift of life. I believe my father did that very well, without the dharma talks. I hope to do likewise.
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