spring forward

Listening to the Takacs playing Bartok quartets, with the windows open, the breeze rippling through the curtains, and the sun coming in. I thought I was going to do nothing today except maybe go out for a walk. Then I realized that it was 4:00 and I had been weeding, doing laundry, vacuuming, and cleaning for most of the afternoon. I tried re-potting the orchid plant -- the roots were draping themselves over the edges of the original pot. I don't know if it will survive. The peach tree is blooming. There is a very small lemon on what I thought was a lime tree (unless limes are yellow before they ripen? I should look that up). I tried to hang a painting on the wall opposite the couch but I think it's too high. Darn it.

I'm happy that we sprang forward, even though we all lost an hour of sleep. Yesterday after the seminar finally ended I got a ride from UC Berkeley to downtown SF (slow going over the bridge--I probably should have taken BART). I bought a bottle of wine at the Safeway and then retrieved my bike from the PPIC garage. Rode it home, zigzagging to get around clueless pedestrians and narrowly avoiding being flattened by a taco truck and then a minivan turning left in front of me. I was home for about 3 minutes before J and D and N arrived. JB and K showed up about half an hour later. It was my first attempt at making dinner for two or more in this house and it worked out pretty well, thanks to a fairly simple meal plan (beef stirfry and lemon bars that I made on Friday night), JB's freshly made bread, and large doses of gin and wine (not together in the same glass!). J and K discovered that they'd been members of the same SF chorus around the same time, in the 90s. I enjoyed that, among other things.