Low tide

The ebb at Point Isabel Regional Park (the single suspension of the San Francisco Golden Gate Bridge can be seen on the horizon) on Easter Sunday morning, 2007. Click on photo to enlarge.

Dear Mago,
The tide was low when Martha and I went out to Point Isabel yesterday morning. Sandpipers and egrets were picking at the crustacea, stranded, stuck in the East Bay mud. Time and tide wait for no one, just the attraction of the sun and the moon.

Point Isabel is the most civilized dog park ever, on the shores of the San Francisco East Bay, it includes a dog wash and an expresso bar. Yesterday, Easter Sunday, it was full of dog owners and their every breed of canine companionship, most of whom were let loose to sniff up two and four-footed visitors, swim in the bay, chase birds, balls and frisbees.

Eastertidings I bring: delivered more flowers and an Easter basket to mother Anne. We reviewed again photos of the seven board and care homes that I have visited to date. Left mother Anne for Easter dinner with sister Carolyn and her extended family in Aptos.

After countless morning phone calls and little sleep, this is hopefully the last day of board and care home reconnaissance, before reporting back to mother Anne in the afternoon.

Your devoted granddaughter