Waking up to bright sunshine streaming in through the kitchen,
Even my grand children have my number.
But, of course, for this Midwesterner the real joys of Los Angeles transcend the natural wonders,
We made Thanksgiving cards for aunts, uncles, and the other grandparents.
We did karaoke, |
We went out for breakfast, |
Sometimes we had friends over, |
It was all good. |