What I did enjoy about being out this morning was how friendly people are. Most said "hello" or "good-morning" with a smile. Compared to how much of my life is indoors -- at work, at home baking, even inside at the gym -- it just felt good to be outdoors and aware of how beautiful this area of the world is in the summer. One such friendly walker was someone I recognized, not a friend, but a long-established anchor woman on local TV. I've seen her out shopping on occasion and she is sometimes bothered by "fans" but today, she beamed a warm and welcoming smile. I took her picture from behind but decided I wouldn't want anyone to post one of me, so I'm not posting it.
When I left the park, I stopped by St. Peter's Cemetary to visit my parents and to remember my dad for his service in the Army from 1941-1945. As usual, I had a little conversation with my parents, telling them how much I miss them, how much I admire them and my gratitude for my father's service but more for his unabashed love for his wife and children, and overflowing adoration of his grandchildren. I told them how much they'd have loved their great-grandchildren.