
When I made our morning coffee, I was taken aback by the beauty of the day. Even the birds were flying backwards to see where they had been. The pool is about 85 degrees; two more degrees and it will get a visit from Mommy and Poppy late in the evening.

It was a beautiful morning.
As the coffee was finishing, I began to think (always a dangerous thing to do).

While in the office, downing our coffee (a necessary activity to get our hearts started), Dianne called and asked if we could have breakfast with her while her car was serviced. Of course, we altered our plans and went to her right after the gym.
Speaking of the gym, we had a fantastic time this morning. For some reason, I was out of control and began cracking jokes, leaving the entire gym in stitches. The girls now call me Tonto, Mr. Gonzales, or just plain Bubba! (If you know me, you know why!)
From the gym, we went VFR to the car shop where Dianne was having her car fixed. It had a bug splat on the front windshield, and they were going to remove it surgically.
We drove to the Orange Circle and had breakfast at Snooze. We enjoyed an excellent meal, with Dianne and I having their Jalapeno Omelet. Mary, the spice wimp, opted for avocado toast.

Located in Old Towne, the Snooze Eatery team feels lucky to be your go-to breakfast in Orange, CA. This beautiful historic neighborhood is home to antique shops, locally owned businesses, and a wealth of history. Whether you’re an Orange local or visitor, we’re here to fill your plate with creative twists on pancakes, bacon, and eggs. They feature creative breakfast and brunch dishes, and cool off with a Mimosa or breakfast cocktail. The Pineapple Upside-Down Pancake, Benny Duo, and Snooze Breakfast Burrito are just a few of their favorites. Our Orange restaurant is open seven days a week, with doors opening bright and early at 6:30 am.
We took Dianne back to the shop, and we headed home.
We had work ahead of us; we had to clean the house before the house cleaners came at 2:00 pm!
At 3:00 pm, Irene came by, followed by Robin at 4:30 pm, and Mary and them had a glass of champagne; I settled for lemonade.

We had a glass of champagne before heading to the theater.
We found six bottles of Wycliff champagne in the guest bedroom. The box they were in was being used to elevate a Christmas tree. We had forgotten the champagne was in the box!

It was great having Robin with us.
Now it’s off to “The Muck.”
Did you know? Walter and Adella Muckenthaler built the 18-room mansion in 1925 atop this hill in Fullerton, and it served as both the center of their citrus and nut farming business and their family home for more than four decades.
In 1965, their son, Harold Muckenthaler, donated the mansion and the surrounding 8.5 acres to the city with the proviso that his childhood home be used to provide the public with experiences that stimulate creativity and imagination, while conserving the estate’s heritage and architecture.
And in 1999, the Muckenthaler Mansion received designation by the National Registry of Historic Places.
Today, although the City of Fullerton maintains ownership of the property, it is managed by The Muckenthaler Cultural Center Foundation and its elected Board of Directors. The City and the Muck enjoy a strong spirit of cooperation in the best interest of our mutual constituents.
The Muck produces close to 100 events annually. These include concerts in our extraordinary outdoor amphitheater and our indoor cabaret space. That includes our five free-to-the-community Cultural Festivals, our Art gallery exhibits, a lecture series, and occasional film events.

The Muck!
We were the first to arrive and sat in row three, center. We had perfect seats, albeit a tad hard on our gluteus maximusess! We’re happy we brought blankets to sit on!
The best thing about growing older is that it takes such a long time.

We were first there, in the center of the third row. Row one was blocked off for the performers.
We brought our picnic on a small burro because of the weight. Mary masterfully prepared turkey sandwiches, accompanied by grapes, cherries, wine, Diet Cokes, and water. Irene brought dessert! We had a feat fit for a king!
After dinner, I thought to myself, “The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight, because by then your body and your fat are really good friends”.

Bring on the show!
Before the show started, we were entertained with twenty minutes of classical Spanish guitar to get us in the mood.
The set was a Puerto Rican enclave in New York in the 1950s.

The set was simple.
There were 38 in the cast, so we had people all over the place running through the audience; it was a festival of sights and sounds.

There were over 30 in the cast!
Lin-Manuel Miranda’s In the Heights tells the universal story of a vibrant community in New York’s Washington Heights neighborhood. In this place, the coffee from the corner bodega is light and sweet, the windows are always open, and the breeze carries the rhythm of three generations of music.
“In the Heights” is a vibrant musical set in Washington Heights, New York, centering on a close-knit community and their dreams and struggles. The story follows Usnavi, a bodega owner who dreams of returning to the Dominican Republic, and his interactions with other residents, such as Nina, who returns home after facing challenges at Stanford, and Benny, who works for Nina’s father. The musical explores themes of family, community, heritage, and the pursuit of dreams amidst a changing neighborhood.
The story revolves around the lives of these characters as they navigate their personal aspirations and the challenges of their community. Nina’s return sparks a series of events, including her parents’ struggles to support her education and her growing relationship with Benny. Usnavi’s dreams of leaving Washington Heights are put to the test as he forms deeper connections with the people around him. The musical also explores the themes of rising costs and changing dynamics within the neighborhood.
At half-time, the glutes got to Irene, so we departed to find her walker-chair, which had a padded bottom. Mary found her two padded seats, which we added to the walker seat. Now, Auntie Irene was happy, and so were we.
In fact, the play was better at the back as the music was not as loud.

After the break, we moved up.
We had two shows going on…The show and Irene clapping, waving, and whistling at the performance. Irene brings joy to our lives.

Someone is having a wonderful time
After the play, we headed home, which was only an 18-minute drive.
