Pat's Process: Here is hoping you had a Happy Easter!

My Easter was just fine. My cousin Mary Jo had her Dad's movies converted to DVD. The disks arrived a few weeks ago but I didn't view them until Easter Sunday. Although most of the footage was of my cousins, there were cameo appearances by my maternal grandfather and grandmother, Mom and Dad, my sister, brother and me! Its amazing to see yourself in a "moving picture" approximately five decades later. Wow!

I must note that of the cameos of my father, all but one had him lighting a cigarette. There are two comments to make about that. First, his brother in law (my mother's brother and the cameraman of the movies) was a thoracic surgeon and routinely worked on patients who had lung cancer. My uncle would absolutely get all over Dad about his smoking and yet in the movies, here is Dad lighting up, time after time--in my uncles living room! Second, and not unsurprisingly, Dad died of lung cancer in 1996 at the age of 83. Overall, his health was good and he was very active so, to me at least, that damned smoking cost him some great years!

On Sunday I went to Santa Cruz, walked the dogs a bit and then had dinner at Olitas (Click Here), Mary's favorite restaurant on the wharf. Starting with the April allergy season, I would take Mary to dinner here. Out on the wharf, her sinuses would clear up in just a few minutes, we'd enjoy the evening of her clear breathing and it seemed to help her for a week or so before we needed to do it again. Claritin D helped a lot but before that, it was absolutely the only way to get her a bit of comfort. Fortunately, her allergies were usually done by sometime in June each year so the worst of it only lasted a couple of months.

On Saturday, I attended ACT's version of Jean Paul Satre's No Exit (Click Here). This, as you can read following the link, is a novel presentation of this well known play. It certainly makes one think about where we are and what we are all about.

All in all a pleasant Easter Weekend. I'd think about Mary, mostly happy thoughts but once in a while the tears would come. I missed the grandkids for coloring eggs and the Sunday morning Easter egg hunt which we did for several years.