Monthly Archives: March 2021

A disturbing abundance…

of things Chinese, of backlash, of Georgia, of guns, of Amerika but WTF.  The End of Empire but hey, who cares; last days, first vestige of Spring as the Globe Willows began to peek out while

others remained dormant but

not a lot else goin’ on

besides air, dirt,

chairs

and the near-full moon.

Next morning

the Repo,

Grey Matter,

the ’41Dodge,

Sand Pass,

Doyle,

gas at Hallelujah Junction [not shown] and over the hill to a depressing overabundance of humans and their manufactures as I negotiated ten miles of congestion from Roseville to Rancho Cordova’s used car lots to investigate a promising pre-owned Tundra which turned out,

despite being some years newer and having many miles fewer, to have endured a far more difficult life than the one I was driving.*  East coast rust, east coast abuse…naah.

Took 50 to 80 to Benicia by afternoon and in the morning walked dogs only to abandon them

for the Fray by the Bay, where we met friends face to face for the first time in a long time [and eventually a whole lot of enthusiastic skateboarders] at Burlingame Point, site of not only the

future Oculus Campus but also “Spindrift” [if “Spindrift” looks familiar scroll back up**]

for a couple of hours in the waterfront sun before parting ways, we two to Benicia for a belated

quiche in the yard. The very next day we headed for the farthest reaches, almost, of green

West Marin for our beloved Patsy’s belated 80th birthday dinner. Three months late the dinner had turned into a distanced lunch in Inverness wherein we walked sylvan paths from her and

Jon’s home down to Saltwater, to be reminded of how how exquisite a meal could be…delights all around.

We returned via shaded twisty streets to tea in the garden outside P’s studio before

getting in line for Benicia, worrying of a Sunday over how merely

“believably” green the late March west country had been at a time it should be UN-believably green…End of Empire ‘n’ all.

*hard to believe, but maintenance does seem to count for something after all.

**that would be “Grey Matter”, an earlier, more diminutive iteration.