In the living room Karianne plays harp while Michael sits on the couch telling me about the comfort and ease of living.  I cannot think of anywhere that I would rather be than right here or any moment which I would rather live than this one.  Contentment fills my soul.

In the morning I will journey north, for a lunch with friends from the last visit west, Sharon and Ellen.  I will stay further up the coast at Point Montara which I have not yet seen.  But a small bit of my heart will stay here; and a small piece of this place will travel with me.

Today I watched Zimbabwe dancing; and walked on the beach; and had lunch at a space-themed vegetarian cafe.  A restaurant filled with people sang Happy birthday as the serer brought a plate of miniature brownies and Turkish coffee ice cream sporting a lit candle.  Then Karianne and I journeyed north on Highway 1.   When Pigeon Point Lighthouse came into view around a corner, rising from the sea, Karianne said, Look, there’s our home.

It’s the evening of the fifth day of the thirty-third month of My [Endless] Year Without Complaining.  An hour ago, I officially turned sixty-one.  I have no complaints.  Life continues.

Karianne and her harp.