we are going down; we are all going down…together”  [Laurie Anderson, “Big Science” 1982]

I have a Miles Davis button on my car radio; whenever NPR starts running yet another Great Booboo “press conference” I press it and on comes “Live at the Blackhawk, 1961”.  I’ve been using it a lot lately…

Meanwhile, the weather continues unsettled, as has been a certain dam [another miraculous product of the Army Corps of Engineers exacerbated by infinitely deferred [“it’s not raining now; maybe it won’t ever”] maintenance] up by Oroville. Though it’s not blown out yet and downstream we remain in mud

the current sequence of storms seems to be intermittently slightly slighter, so maybe it never will.  With days of dull light the spaces between become cause for way too many pictures of unaccustomed shadows, but hey, not much else happening…

until down it shuts again…

only to open up brilliantly,

albeit briefly,

for a swell sunny afternoon warm enough to unwrap the little truck [not shown] one more time

before the storms, upgraded, began pouring through somewhat unrelentingly into the end of the week [Damn! That dam…]

necessitating spaces interior for activities interior…

 

while all Benicia anticipates another majestically woozy iteration of Downtown Promotion;

Yee, haw.

[view of Benicia whilst BeerWalking]

Can’t wait…

But, while waiting, we make the weekly pilgrimage to Oakland for yet another Event, then another Sunday doggie morning among cars

with no sun

but with a visit from two two-time Afghan veterans, one a helicopter pilot now and the other, our son, leaving for Kuwait next week while I, in contemplation of a possible attempt

to reach Wall Spring, haunt the weather sites.

well we’ll see…all going down.

etc.

m