The Blue Seven bus deposited its passengers on Fourth and Broadway. I could see the hair of Connie as she extricated herself from the bus. Baby Nell's face was hidden inside the black stroller
"What ya say we teach Nell to read today and visit the library?"
"No problem with that but we need to hurry. I need to pee."
I peeked inside the carriage. Nell was too busy sucking on a lolly pop to look up at me. I hurried down Fourth to Sixth Street and made a left at a large brand new building. We crossed Fourth and Daisy's restaurant looked inviting.
We are on a budget now that is meeker than ever so we decided to forgo a seat at this busy eatery. Like many others the middle class and the homeless are not invited in Donald's game. We are not the high rollers but still we have are own game.
An aired sunny day greeted us as we made it to the library. There is nothing like a stroll in Santa Monica although not seeing any scooters or birds made me depressed Connie went to the bathroom while I pushed Nell to the kids section. I picked her up and helped her sit in a chair. I took a wooden puzzle and turned the board over.
I helped Nell place the cut out animals back inside the board...but another area sidetracked her attention. Several kiddie computers sat a short distance from us. She ran up to one and sat down. She pushed the mouse back and forth while with other hand she punished the keyboard. No images emerged but that didn't stop her.
Older kids on other computers with help of Mom worked the machines. One little kid left early so we used the rest of its time. What a way to teach little kids how to read, write and think. I knew that Li'l Nell was ready for bigger things now. Connie returned a bit late. She had gone to Goodwill across the street and bought two pairs of pants.
George I feel like a bagel.
Let's go to the cafe here.
First I need to change her diaper. I guess the excitement did wonders for her bowels
Well Connie, now she thinks, worries and plays like an adult.
As usual, birds fascinated her. One Sparrow paced the pavement for any left overs Nell had lost
I spent too much for a Chinese Salad and Connie somehow lost her appetite but she did feel like coffee so we hightailed it down Santa Monica Blvd to the Second Street Bean restaurant that can't afford its own bathroom. Refreshed now we strolled down Second and up Beach. Not far from the Shores Hotel we saw a long sleek black Lemo.
We sat off of Ocean and ate the beach scene in front of us. Li'l Nell fell fast asleep. Many tourists paraded down the sidewalk but it was the smell of the ocean air, swept by the Malibu winds that enriched the day. Still upset that the birds no longer skated in front of us, we pushed the stroller south towards New Park. (birds are the skateboards.)
We passed the french fry concession and turned left. Inside the children's area, the kids came down the slides or with their feet pushed a button to allow the water to shoot up to the sky. Nell now awoke, but would have nothing to do with the water. In fact she was downright scared.
We had no sandwiches, only chips as Connie seemed to be out of it today. She baby sat and with all the crying, she needed more sleep. Nell stomped in a man-made stream for a bit and then it happened. She uttered the words "Fenfry".
I knew that we just could not afford the concessions but could the happy meal at MacDonalds. We were almost trampled by a gush of people but did make it to the eatery. The happy meal included a man inside a canon. When you pulled it the man flew off. There was no end to her laughter. Outside the police wrestled a vagrant to the ground and a family next to us seemed to be beset by a stomach problem their kid had.
Time to go at about five. I carried the baby while Connie wheeled the stroller to the transit bus stop on Fourth St. to end a perfect day.
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