Rodeo/Chronkite

Julie and I met at Rodeo Beach and hiked up the hill. It was sunny here at home, of course, but foggy in the headlands. We were happy with that. We talked about her trip to Boston and Germany, the thatching of the roof on the Lubeck house,  and other things. It was easy to get there but very difficult to get home. I had forgotten about the Cherry Blossom parade . . .

Oh, well. I kept telling myself to be grateful that I don't have to drive around SF very often. And I listened to the Giants game -- It wasn't a good one, but it was good to hear Jon Miller.

I stopped at Whole Foods and Building Resources and then, finally, I got home. I have been lounging on the couch when really I should be doing chores. My eyes are smarting from the sunscreen -- I could, at the very least, get up to wash my face. But I am not willing.

patriotism worth feeling

What is patriotism but the love of the good things we ate in our childhood.
-Lin Yutang

The upward redistribution of the last 35 years was overwhelmingly the result of government policies that structured the market to favor the wealthy.

-Dean Baker

wild horses

I've been listening to Pandora to drown out a phone conversation in the neighboring office. Wild Horses! Takes me straight back to my dorm room at Carleton. I can't remember which year it was or which boyfriend was upsetting me, but oh, the tears were streaming.