Cathy Hall! Congrats, Cath, and thank you for visiting Zhadi’s Den!
Other news, Dave and I had a very weird experience yesterday while doing our morning beach walk. There was a dead body near the tide line and police were just starting to cordon off the area with the ubiquitous yellow crime scene tape when we reached that spot on Ocean Beach (in between Noriega and Lawton, for those familiar with the beach and the Outer Sunset). Men in white short sleeve dress shirts and kits were there. If I watched more shows like CSI I would probably know if they were forensics or detectives, but either way, it was just very weird and disturbing. The body was an older male and lay on his back as if he’d fallen asleep, arms crossed on his chest. Sort of curled up like a kitten. He didn’t look as though he’d drowned…didn’t look as though he’d seen something horrible before dying. But he was definitely dead.
We walked on, talked about something totally unrelated in the next 10 minutes…then when we walked back, they were zipping him into a body bag. I felt sad and odd. I mean, here we were going about our normal routine and here was someone else who was done with his routine, whatever it might have been. I’ve only seen one other dead body before; my much loved father-in-law, and this was after he’d been prepared for the viewing at the funeral home. I grieved for him in an uncomplicated way; this was someone I’d known and loved and would miss. The guy on the beach? I didn’t know him, he had nothing to do with my life. But on the other hand, he was another human being and it was over for him. I still don’t really have the right words to describe how I feel about this.