Well, maybe…but if so it surely was
and unreasonably hot in the days after.
Ah well, nothing so refreshing as a carwash,
followed, next day,
by a tourist-filled ferry from Vallejo to SF
where I went for adventures in dentistry, architecture and
an investigation of the new SFMOMA, which did not come up lacking…although their treatment of sculpture, in chasms and on balconies, might be said to.
From that land of unbridled litigiousness, sinking skyscrapers and rampant inequality
I escaped via the surprisingly crowded 2:30 SolTrans bus,
landing back in V-town by 3:30 despite surprisingly dense traffic
with its own unending diligence. Or L.’s, anyway;
Wednesday morning she was off for New York, and life went on
with diligence in her absence;
Sun down yet again…
Sun up, ditto;
Friday William Binzen, long-lost neighbor from long-ago SF, showed up in his not exactly understated Ford van
to spend the afternoon revisiting life, times and the origins of that nemesis of many, Burning Man, for which he [and even I, having revealed to him the the Black Rock those many decades ago] might be held somewhat responsible, ending with a drive to the jetty
etc.; life along the water.