She is having fun! Fun in the sun. Being with people. She has good extension. How the heck did she get off the ground? Is she anyone we know? No, I don’t think so. The smile on her face is lovely. The joy she’s showing in her experience pleases me. That is something I’d like to do. When you jump up, you have to know how your body works. I hope she lands safely! She’s not a teenager, obviously, but look at the joy.
She’s at the beach. Malibu. How about Venice? San Diego-ish, because it’s flat. I’m looking at the beach umbrellas back there. I think I’ve seen them before. Do they have those on the beach near the Santa Monica Pier? Look how blue the sky is. Not a cloud. I like the color of her bathing suit. She looks like she’s having fun.
The way I’m looking at it, it looks like a rope and she’s walking on top of the rope. She says, “Thank G-d! I made it!” That’s a frisbee she’s catching, so she doing it with someone. Her best friend Mary threw the Frisbee. My dear friend Lisa threw the Frisbee. Leola threw the Frisbee. Barbara threw the Frisbee. She caught it. Her name is Julia. Betty, because of her age bracket. Joy. “The Jumper.” Miss Bragg, who makes the apple cider. She’s a health nut. She’s on the beach at Waikiki in the mornings. She says that a sip of her apple cider lowers cholesterol and keeps you healthy.
Looks like she’s having fun! There are other friends about, watching her, other people there waiting for her to throw it. She’s joyous. She’s outside having fun. Exhilarated. It’s a special happening that she could do it. She’s surprised that she could catch the ball. A high person must have thrown it, because she had to jump high. She’s proud that she could catch it. She’s feeling good. Look at that smile on her face. She says, “Yippee!” “I got it!” “I caught it!” “Wow!” “It’s about time I did something so well.”
She lives near the beach. Ned is taking the picture. He’s a good photographer. A passerby is taking the picture. My friend. Patricia Bragg’s personal photographer. It’s an advertisement for apple cider.
I’m trying to figure out how high she got up. Oh, my goodness, that’s at least three feet. Three or four feet—she’s way up. She was running when she caught it. Next, she’s going to take a break. She’s going to fall down on the sand. I hope she doesn’t fall down and break a hip. Fun can get you in trouble sometimes. She’s not going to fall down; she kept running, she couldn’t stop. Like I did, when I played ball. She’s still going to play. I bet she never forgot that day.
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