Will the garbage people be on time today?

Sometimes it is the small things that give such pleasure like the garbage people picking up the trash, small car rides in the evening just to look at the sites, a good Sunday dinner which I totally like, and a good TV show with a small glass of wine to finish off the evening. Mom took me to the North entrance park where she walked on the beach and I just stood looking at the people. I was more into letting the wind blow on me, listening to the seagull squawking with a piece of food in it's mouth, and watching the volleyball game. The volleyball game was rather small. There were only three people on each side of the net. The time before there were either five or six people on each side of the net. What got me sidetrack from the volleyball game were a group of Asian young people dressed in traditional Chinese outfits. There were three guys with shaven heads in grey outfits and two girls in black outfits. It wasn't Karate outfits. It was the kind of outfit you would see on the old "Kung Fu" show with David Carridine. The only thing missing were the beanie hats. The Chinese guys were kicking around a soccer ball. I seem to loose track of the girls. However, I did notice one had long black hair while the other had a really short chopped hair cut. I also noticed a couple of Muslim women on the beach with one guy. I noticed the head was covered with a colorful blue green scarf. They also had long loose pants like outfits. They found their place along the shore line sitting in beach chairs. I brought my camera along, but did not take any pictures. I guess I was more into an observing mood. The next observation I noticed, was a guy and a girl were doing hand stands in the sand. The girl would go up on her hands and come back down. She could not hold the upright position for any length of time. On the other hand, the guy would go into an upright position, but the lower half of his legs were folded over to the side. He was able to walk on his hands as longs as his legs did not stand totally straight up. There was also a middle age,beer drinking, bar going guy dress in a football jersey who looked kind of scary walking by me. While walking by, I overheard him talking about visiting some Adult night clubs. He seemed to disappear after he walked on. Mom came back from her walk which she enjoyed strolling next to the water. She said she liked looking back at the way the park entrance looked in the evening light. This was a paraphrase, because I don't remember her exact words. The light was getting darker. The sunset was an orange glow in the Western sky perched over the place where you buy beach stuff like towels and tee shirts. The people were flocking off the beach like birds going home to nest.

It had been a long time, since mom and I been to the beach after dark. I know when we stayed at a condo along the beach, we were able to go see the stars dome over the night sky with the sound of the waves crashing in the background. This is what I call a pleasant memory. I also remember the night launches where mom and I would go down to the end of our street and watch the shuttle go up like a sun rising over the water and reflecting instant light. It was almost daytime for a very short time. When the powerful light would fade out and the light on the water would dim to a blacken color. The waves would still be crashing in the background.

Mom and I went home to an air conditioned house. Mom started watching Doris Day movies where she sang her trade mark song which I can't spell. A little bit of it goes," what will be will be."

The future may not be for us to see, but I hope if something good happens I can write about it.