Sister?

Last night we went for a walk along Scenic Drive. The clouds had cleared earlier in the day and the sun was starting it's slow descent. The walking path that follows the street is probably forty feet from the beach below, making the view exceptional. It was a buy night on the beach. People out with a variety of dogs. We saw labs, a bull dog and even a small dog with a wheel carriage under its back legs. It was just flying down the beach with it wheels a spinning. It's owner actually had to run a little bit to catch up. Many people were building fires and preparing there dinners for a night at the beach.

We had parked the car around 8th Street and walked to 13th. Sat on the bench and took in the sights. This is were I took the pic below. You probably can't tell, but it was a great view all the way to Pebble Beach. By the time we walked back to the car, we were both thinking about dinner (go figure).

We drove up the main drag (Ocean Ave) about eight blocks to Mission and found a place to park. The place we were heading to has no sign-age and is tucked down a path between buildings. Tommy's Wok is the only Chinese restaurant in town (as far as I know). It seats about twenty and was at capacity. Fortunately Rex and I found a table near the wall. Directly to my right was a most unusual pair. It was a very elderly wheel chair bound Asian women and another Asian women that was probably in her sixties. The younger of the two was helping the elderly woman eat (as we noticed that she was blind).

In another setting this couple would not appear so out of place. After all this is a Chinese restaurant. But this is downtown Carmel which is probably eighty percent tourists and the streets are very difficult to maneuver a wheel chair around.

A conversation ensued with the women of what she liked on the menu and discussion of what we had ordered (Sea Bass with black bean was her favorite since the elderly woman can't chew). It turns out the younger caretaker's name was Sister Ashi. And Yes, Sister, like in nun. Sister Ashi was a nun in the order that Mother Teresa was part of. She has, however, taken a leave to care for her 98 year old mother. Her mother owns the China Art Center on Dolores and 7th. Her parents had moved here many years ago (I assume her father has passed). Sister Ashi was full of information about obtaining the best seafood - where to go and what to buy. It ended up being dinner with a side of entertainment. We will have to stop at the store, which I've been by many times.

Then we headed home to watch the latest Fabulous Beekman Boys and to bed. With all this going on we missed the movie finale at the Forest Theater (an outdoor theater about a block and a half from our house). Last night was the end of their summer film season. It was going to be Michael Jackson's = This Is It. All attendees were strongly encouraged to wear a white glove on their left hand. I can just picture it: a bunch of rich old f'ers, sitting on pillows, eating from their picnic baskets, their left hands in white gloves while watching Michael shake his stuff. All this under the stars. You can't make this shit up.

Later