which didn’t wind down and seemed, given all that happened or had to happen, like it should

have taken up more than one but was the one [right after the return from Nevada] that started

off with probably the last rain of the season and went on from there…

There were several unpredictably timed appearances from Ken, the visiting mechanic Scott had

recommended, resulting in corrections to some of various idiosyncracies the ’45 seemed to be

developing while L. was visited in her recuperation by her former student and longtime friend

 Sarah Bird for tea as well as a pleasurably leisurely lunch at the Inn with Abby on Friday.

Meanwhile I witnessed the return of my little waterfront friend

and had breakfasts al fresco, all culminating

in a lunch and afternoon with daughter-in-law Christine, in town from Vancouver for research

at the Bancroft, during which Ken arrived to install new shocks on the already shockingly rusting

Tundra…must be that Damn Desert Dirt.

Spring, meanwhile, continued apace.