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John and I drove to Indio this morning. He needed some diagnostic imaging.

Very sophisticated it would seem. Early results say that everything is OK. Details later.

I had to take him because he would not be in any shape to drive after his local anesthetic.

So I let him out and went to have coffee at a Starbucks. A muffin. Sit in the sun.

I enjoyed it all. Not that I would do it again or, rather, not that it would top my priorities for hanging out.

The muffin was half size. WTF! And the coffee mediocre.

But I did sit out in the sun next to this large family. Latin american. Mom, Pop, older daughters (3 I think) and a son,18 or so.Two beautiful babies.

How nice to be next to them. I didn't eavesdrop at all but it was apparent that they do this regularly enough to have the space comfortably and to exchange mild family banter, some news and most of all bask in the baby-ness of it all.

It has been a while since I have been around grand babies or any other kind. Or families. Gentle, loving and sweet.

The thing about outdoor tables is that people will tolerate less intimacy somehow.

I didn't stare but they knew I was a willing audience. An appreciative one.

I didn't eavesdrop really. It was mostly about the babies and family life as far as I can tell.

Very nice.

I went to pick up John and somehow got lost. I forgot about a turn I had made going to the imaging place. I had to call and be directed. That was fine with me.

Home then, where part of my own family was settled in for the morning. Two sons. More family-ness. But mine.

I still fail to see the attraction of Starbucks but the family compensated for that quite nicely.

Labels: family, health, medicine