Drove down to pick Betty up, arriving about 10:00. We then went around the corner to Hannah G.'s (restaurant) to have breakfast with Carole W.C., visiting from Laguna Beach. Sat outside and it was fun. After, we were shown around Carole's first-floor apartment, actually the downstairs of the large house across the street from Betty's; brother George owns this.
Got home, had lunch, and I called Joel to see if they were going to the lake. They were, so Betty and I joined them about 4:00. Joel's friend, Nick, and his Dad's stepdaughter, Rachel, were both there, too. We had a good time with them and the little boys, then went farther north to pick peaches.
Stopped at McDonald's, of all bizarre places, for what might loosely be called dinner. I was astounded at the dryness, hardness, and flavorless double "hamburger" (the famous Big Mac), a thin disc of cardboard. Ditto the "French fries." Good grief, I'm afraid there's a whole generation--or a big portion of it--that thinks this is food. It's crap.
Got home to a message on the machine from a fellow member of The Breeze editorial staff. Her knickers were in a knot over what she dramatically called "a major error" in the proofs for the September issue. Considering it was a natural mistake and that it could be remedied--that's why we get proofs--her histrionics over it were pretty dumb.
That over, Betty and I sat up talking until after 10:00. Slept well.
NOTE: Today is the first anniversary of Pat's death.