Laughter was the first thing I heard when I woke up this morning, and it made me smile. The sound was coming from the living room of the Venice Beach cottage we’ve rented for a week. Judy was out there with our two sons, Daniel and David, and David’s friend Meredith.
Judy and I got here on Thursday, and a good thing, too. We had a pretty painless flight from Chicago to LAX. The other three came in last night, much the worse for wear.
It rained all day here yesterday, with especially heavy rain last night. This was good for drought stricken Los Angeles, but threw LAX (and the surrounding roadways) into chaos.
The kids’ flights came in two or three hours late, around midnight Midwest time. Between the delays and lengthy periods of air turbulence they were pretty frazzled when we picked them up.
All that is forgotten this morning, though. There are blue skies and a bright sun. Everyone woke up refreshed after a good night’s sleep. We are looking forward to a week of lolling, reading, cooking, eating, beach walking, and garden visiting. (Well, Judy and I are looking forward to visiting some gardens, we hope to bludgeon the kids into coming along.)
Despite what goes on in the larger world, our family has so much to be grateful for. I hope that yours can say the same. Season’s greetings to you.