Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I had a lovely couple of days having lunch outside with a friend and then walking around the reservoir, and yesterday going with my husband, daughter and her two boys to this strange park by the waterfront and port, where you can see the trucks pull up with shipping containers and load them onto ships. The boys played first in the sand, then we strolled the younger boy while the older and our daughter rode bikes. Then we all sat on a bench to watch the huge cranes grab the containers, swing them up and load them onto the ship. Toddler or no, it's pretty fascinating. We could watch the ferry boats, the ducks and geese, and the sparkling water. When we returned home my husband and I relaxed until our daughter dropped off the older because the younger had a two year old pediatrician's appointment. We walked our fellow to the nearby store, where he picked out pushups and chocolate chip cookies, then we watched part of "The Secret Life of Pets 2". Our grandson laughed himself silly, and we like it too, so after his mother picked him up we saw the rest. Then we watched an old Sandra Bullock film "Murder By Numbers", which is in her usual vein of herself as sorrowful and unattractive (Yeah, right) but she does a good job. I can only think of two of her films where she isn't a sad sack: "Speed" and the one where she won the Oscar. How she gets to play an ugly duckling and unloved I'll never get. Just her miles of legs alone would make her a princess. But she cornered the market on the Buster Keaton sad sack pout.