mclaren

N and I tried to follow the philosophers trail. The arrows were erratic but I didn't mind. It was a great long weekend.

And now, before I even finished that second sentence, another weekend is here. I have made great progress on my house issues. The gas insert heater (god willing) will be installed on Monday. On Wednesday Kevin and his crew will install five new windows. I was only expecting three but he made all five, and told me I could pay for the additional two when I'm ready. I sent a packet of tax information to Isabel the accountant and I hope she will figure it all out and get me a nice refund.

J finally cashed the second check I wrote for the car. We hired Jenny as our new production person, and I was given a new office downstairs, with windows. I met the people who live in the house where I pick up my CSA delivery -- I ran into them, almost literally, as I was leaving their garage/basement with my bike and my produce. They seem like a nice youngish couple.

Today I went to the new library and got a card; I admired the olive green heath tile on the walls and checked out the 8th season of Curb Your Enthusiasm.The selection of DVDs was interesting -- the Twilight movies, a season or two of Sons of Anarchy, a smattering of Hitchcock, Down to the Bone, The Five-Year Engagement, Devil in a Blue Dress, and so on. I walked down to the Fresh and Easy to buy milk and wine and butter, and got the treatment from black men of all ages.

Everything is OK, in other words.

chronkite/rodeo

Hiked up and down Hill 88 with J and K today. Wonderful day for a strenuous climb -- sunny but not hot, and only a little wind. K a bit out of sorts but pleasant company, as always. Some kind of ultramarathon was finishing up when I arrived, a little ahead of them. I stood on the beach, took a few photos, and sent one to P out of nostalgia for the times Robert took us there in his death trap of a car.

Now that I've had such a lovely weekend I feel prepared to go back tomorrow morning and pay for my permit. 

saturday slough

This morning I met Xeres and Victor-Mario and John and Ingrid. Xeres is a nurse and she has five children and the worst luck, or the worst taste, in men -- her first husband was a surly, alcoholic bigamist, and her second husband developed a nonpaternal interest in her 17-year-old daughter. Victor-Mario is a cheerfully eccentric artist -- he designed the 16th St. BART station plaza. He said he might want an editor and gave me his card. I said I would email him. Ingrid is German (?) and very unsubtle. John drove up from Palo Alto to volunteer, on his way to the Giants event at the ballpark. Roddy the dj was back, but I didn't end up talking to him.

We saw geese and crows and at least one hawk. Also some tiny birds with piercing cries. It was a beautiful morning and we did our best to plant seedlings in the rocky soil.

I am pausing on the couch while the laundry is drying, getting ready for a movie with J+D.  I meant to take a nap but I got busy vacuuming and phone calls and other minutiae.