From there, Morro Bay. I thought I'd be able to pick up Mary's bed. But I did not realize the bed was still being used. Roy was sleeping on it. So I told him I wanted to pick it up and would tomorrow be okay. He said sure. So I was outta there and on to the little coffee place Mary and I like. The Rock Espresso Cafe. I indulged in a small latte, sitting there reading, watching a family play pick-up stix.
On my way home I decided to stop at the pound, see what notices had been put up in the lost cat category. Just on the off chance that someone is actually looking for Stretch. I copied down the only two reports that sounded like they might possibly be Stretch. Now that I am home, I checked the boy over and he does not have the features those reports mentioned. So it seems nobody reported him missing. Which is how it seems, considering he just showed up in the park one day and hung around for quite a while. If someone in the area were looking, I think they would have posted signs and maybe even knocked on doors.
At the coffee place I saw a poster in the window, advertising Hope Dance's film showings. They are having a showing of three anti-war films tonight at the library, suggested donation three bucks. Seven. So I'm going. It's nice once in a while to be surrounded by people who give a shit.
