Mr. President

Saturday started at 3:45am when we emerged from our bedrooms, sleepy-eyed, reaching desperately for a first sip of coffee, putting on our good Obama-speech clothes and piling into the rental van for the hour or two from San Diego to Anaheim’s Angel Stadium where the Big Event would happen.

Okay so it’s not a great photo but it’s MINE

And here they come to save the world

It goes like this: Hours in the sun waiting for the speech. THE SPEECH. Which was … was … well … awesome. The Pres was eloquent, funny, and clear about what he believes and what needs to be done. He was also pretty clear about the intellectual capacities and moral fiber, or lack thereof, of the climate change deniers. Easily worth my sunburned scalp and a few hours of lost sleep.

The grads, Steven and Ashley, and one of the funding fathers

Then University officials read the formal statement conferring the degrees and Steven became a college graduate. I had no idea UC Irvine had moved up in the University of California system to be part of that top tier along with UC Berkeley, UCLA, etc. So anyway I am proud.

Then back in San Diego and a few of us take the Albuquerque girls for a beach walk

Scott, walking the beach, contemplating life without a kid in college.

Albuquerque girl Patricia soaks up some ocean air and gets sand in her toes

THE NEXT MORNING

Time to go home