No King's Protest Saturday

All In The Family

7:39

8:03

9:18

I'm starting later than usual today — I slept in until 7:30, had my coffee, and didn't push off for my paddle until 8:15. It was a lovely 50-minute kayak down to Bootey Bay. The wind is picking up now, so the timing worked out well.

Kayak Morning

Into The Sun

Looking South

Yesterday was a full and satisfying day. It began with a good morning paddle, and when I returned, I made breakfast and finished up the blog. By 10:00, I had gathered the trash and driven to the Transfer Station. At 10:40, we headed out with our neighbors, Barb and Jim, to the No Kings Protest at Jamestown's Dow Park — our third rally, and the best-attended yet. The energy was high, the signs were creative, and the outfits were imaginative. Our neighbors Joe and Betsy met us there, and the six of us enjoyed the cold morning together, listening to the speakers and joining in the songs. I ran into a couple of my yoga friends and several others from the area. Most of the crowd lined the sides of the street, cheering for honks from passing cars. The rally started at 11:00, and we left around 12:15, nudged out mostly by the cold. By the way, Donald, we are still waiting for our checks for attending from George Soros. 

Typical Street

Woodlawn Gang

Yep 

Some Of The Protesters 

Back home, I heated up leftover pizza for Evie and me, then watched another episode of Detective Hole. Having just finished The Terminal Man, I started a new thriller, Guess Again, and I'm enjoying it so far. Around 2:00, I took a brief nap, talked with my sister Ellen, who is flying to Paris for a week with her daughters' family. 

Ellen And Our Family in Paris, 1974?

I then happily read for most of the afternoon. At 4:45, Evie gave me a much-needed haircut, after which I showered and got ready for dining out.

We picked up Ron and Linda at 5:40 and drove to Westfield to Brazil's — probably our favorite restaurant in the area. Linda had called ahead, and we had four reserved seats at the bar on a bustling Saturday night. Brendan, the bartender we've gotten to know, promptly brought our drinks and menus, and we had a great time chatting with a couple seated nearby. Everyone enjoyed their dinners. For the first time, I ordered a steak. When it arrived, the server mentioned it might be a bit overdone and offered to grill another — I agreed. Ten minutes later, I was happily working through a strip steak with vegetables and mashed potatoes.

We said our goodbyes to Brendan and another couple we'd befriended at the bar, then left at 8:15. After dropping Ron and Linda off, we were home by 8:30. Evie headed up to bed soon after.  I settled in to watch most of Arizona's win over Purdue — a trip to the Final Four. I went up at 10:45, read for a bit, then turned off the light and hoped sleep would come quickly.