Mother’s Day

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An early morning trek to Santa Cruz, but we were still too late for swapmeet. The omen walked past as we were unlatching the children from the carseats: a teenage guy carrying a shiny aluminum tricycle. You just know the good stuff is going, going, gone. And for the most part, it was. But the garlic fries bufed the bitter edge, and we still managed to have fun poking around atticfuls of yesterday. Alis and I flirted with two cute plant geeks hawking boutique perennials from their watsonville nursery, and I selected a naughty little eggplant penstemon and another plant I still can’t pronounce.

We lunched at the Saturn diner, bouncing on the vinyl seats and throwing quarters at the pinball machine, downing yummy amber pints and and more garlic fries.

Afterwards: Derby park. Just before the big kids started to file in, some of them hungover and sobering up atop sunny expanse of a wide blanket. Ford is getting more confident, now sliding down the bowls and taking turns with the highschoolers. Wide boards are the fashion here, with small wheels (not too Penskey!). They stand on the edge of the concrete and smile at Chas, who is playing with a notaLego skateboard (HELO, made in Mexico, bought for small change at swapmeet) atop his deck. I’m drawing in my sketchbook and Alis is chasing Seth. Jim is reading a magazine and getting very sleepy. Damon is with Ford. I’m heavy with satisfaction.

One Reply to “Mother’s Day”

  1. You were literally in my neighborhood. I can’t remember how I ended up here. I think it had to do with a chicken coop link. Funny.

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