Still in Benicia, October, still warm;
…and the famous American House, the one with its bright green lawn and instructions for dogs [though this presumes your dogs read English; if they only understand sign language your results may vary];
But maybe the “NO” is more appropriate for the sediments expressed on their fence, which strangely neglect mentioning this is all about [non-domestic] tarsands oil to be imported by rail…
Saturday ensues with old friends gone so long unseen the grandchildren have fully grown….
…and that same afternoon a wedding/street-feast celebrated within the Arsenal’s exuberant community of artists [Did i ever embrace such a thing? Doubtful; even there among the throng visions of the Smoke Creek Road dance in my head]
…nice to be included, perfect weather and so on into the night…
Sunday came the seldom-seen son, briefly in from Fort Hood and always welcome, inspiring a walk down along the water and subsequent leisurely lunch in the garden…
Bryan goes back to Texas, and another week rolls in…
yup, another…
M