I had a delightful time with Bev, her husband John and her cousin Bea.
The cousin is 84 years old, and I has a delightful sense of humor.  It
is obvious that she is not content to sit around and be a little old
lady.  She has a little trouble with her hearing, and won't drive on the
freeway, but she manages quite well.  She lives in a very nice house
which is full of beautiful things her husband made.  Many of them are
wood - chairs, tables, etc., but she also has a beautiful gold cross on
a chain.  Her husband had several gold crowns, and when he had to have
his teeth out, he melted down the gold, made a mold, and made her that
beautiful cross.  It reminded me of my father and his resourcefulness
and creativity.  Her husband died about five years ago.

Bev gave me a little Maori doll and a lamb - well, not really a lamb,
but its baa.  It's a little plastic box thingy.  When you press on the
top of it, it cuts loose with a realistic baa.  We had a nice lunch at a
coffee shop, and then went back to her cousin's house, and Bev and I
talked some more.  John took a nap and Bea went off somewhere.  I was
enjoying myself so much I forgot to look at the time. When I did look,
it was 4:00, and I knew I had to get home, a client had said she'd be
here "after 5:00."  I thought the traffic would be really bad, but there
was only one spot for a couple of miles where it was terribly slow.  The
rest of the time it moved along, and I was home before 5:00.

I have met a number of people from the various newsgroups I subscribe
to.  Virtually every time it has been a sheer delight.  Today certainly
hasn't changed that record.

Joy