Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We went to the steam trains yesterday morning, as they reopened for school break. Our five year old grandson is crazy about trains, and he was in heaven. Our daughter's one year old was anxious and clung to his mommy. It's a beautiful ride through redwoods and with little storefront towns, trestles, and tunnels. Everybody was looking relieved and just so happy to take their kids on an ordinary outing. The cars were open and only one family per car, and everyone was masked. After the ride I bought my grandson a tee shirt and his dad got him a toy steam train engine. We had brought our lunch and found a picnic table, but it was chilly in the hills and we weren't dressed warmly enough. Last night we picked up Burmese food and had a feast. We just finished some of the leftovers today. I'm proud my son is teaching my grandson Hindi, French and Spanish plus a smattering of other languages. My grandson seems to enjoy it. At five, they are sponges and not resistant. Today I picked up my new glasses, and although I can see no radical transformation, such as me into Diane Keaton, I do like them, especially for something others won't see: there are tiny sparkles on the frames and the sides are pink. It's cheery. I take what I can get, these challenging days.