Today when the Hosanna Dance kids were dancing for the seniors at Alpine Springs, I had a cup of coffee before the start of it, talked to a nice old man named 'Merrimack' (sp?) who told me he
misses his garden,backyard and house but has to live in the retirement house now.
He's had a stroke, or two, and told me, in January, before moving to Alpine, he went fishing near Marcola, went up a forest road, and was snowed in and locked in for 3 days; he tried to hike out but had a stroke, fell down a gully near by and was found, thankfully feet first in a creek by a rescuer!
Now he can't drive and lives now at Alpine Springs with his wife.
What a life, what a soul! He was hard of hearing but nice to talk to!
The dancing started, i finished my coffee, and decided to doodle on the styro, a brain-toss
of an idea about Yeshu and the truth about his grandson the goat herder, his goats,
the coffee bush and the real story of coffee!
And then in the evening, Peter Mead invited us to The Prefontaine Classic at
Hayward Field to watch all the Ethiopians, Eritreans, Kenyans, Aussies, Brits,
Canadians and Germans run, throw and jump!
What a day
And Daniel beat me in golf, this morning at Sutton Ridge at RiverRidge...50-64!
