View from our safe apt. in Mission Beach, San Diego, overlooking Belmont Park*. I can now post this as we are no longer there; we needed a quick exit to get away from shitball slimebucket dangerous 2nd husband of daughter (“Emily, how do you REALLY feel?”) (I had no idea I was capable of such detailed, violent fantasies). Things are sorting themselves out and we are all in good shape and addressing the details of big life changes.
What a support team! Cousins, aunts, uncles, dads, grammas and dear friends all busting their butts to help the family land on its feet; that includes a kind family member that is housing me. All this generosity leaves me speechless and grateful and believing in angels. I know my precious family is in good shape and on its way to better days. I am saddened for the pain of these transitions, but hey, it’s a good thing all this is happening in a stable world without any pandemics or necessary social upheavals or corrupt leaders wrecking our democracy. Not that I am opinionated. Nope.
*The park was closed except for a few food venues, and they ran the roller coaster to keep things in working order, putting giant stuffed animal toys in the seats. Adorable.
7″ x 10″ watercolor, pen on paper = $90