Spending time with beloved friends, at their lovely house in Pebble Beach. When we drag in at 10 p.m. on a Friday, they’re still up with a smile and a glass of wine.
Sitting on a rock near Point Joe in Pebble Beach on a fall morning, marveling at the lack of fog and the warmth, watching my dog frolic in the surf, and my kid build a ritual stone pile, a Himalayan tradition that has become popular along parts of the California coast. Her stones can’t be offered up to the spirit of the mountain, perhaps to the spirit of the nearby cliffs?
Watching my stepdaughter Maureen smooth the way for her best friend Liz, moments before Liz gets married in the Carmel Mission.
Tim Tams! If you’ve never thought of serving these crunchy-creamy, chocolaty Aussie treats at a party, you should … if you can find them. The groom is from Australia.
Noticing how nice your daughter looks in her first “grown-up” dress.
Friends who forgive you when you drive 50 miles roundtrip in the wrong direction and end up an hour late for a dinner reservation, then understand when you’re too zonked to stay for dessert.
Services at the parish where our daughter was baptized, brunch with old friends afterward.
Pizza and a James Bond movie upon returning home.
A day to make sense of a three-foot pile of papers that have piled up in our temporary apartment.
Haggling with a contractor over renovation details.
Not thinking too much about cancer for three days.