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.