The Friday following Easter* has been designated Earth Day since 1970 or so,

but before that could happen one had to make it up to American Canyon where Afghanis

are recycling ruined Teslas and also, fortunately for me, still Toyotas as I needed a jack, the one that came in the new-to-me Tundra having been discovered to be utterly useless.

The entire windy nippy week the ol’ earth was looking, in our myopic view across the straits,

pretty good

as nights we indulged ourselves in an addictive Poirot-arama while days, well one of them

anyway, we overindulged on Dim Sum thanks to friends from down the Peninsula.

Thursday the recycled/repurposed 1945 Chevy was taken out for dog food and other stuff after

which L. and I returned to Petfood Express** with the Inkies, who weighed in at 83 [Cosmos] and 64 [Sumi] pounds respectively, and then the week wrapped with the aforementioned

Earth Day, the ol’ earth still looking pretty good as long as one didn’t think too hard outside the box or immediate time frame.

It was a week which unfortunately never afforded any scrap of time to focus on the studio…too many hours drained here or there, everything taking longer to do less all the time.

Nonetheless after a last and very abbreviated bikeride down the block and back we did much enjoy a long-postponed Saturday evening in garden and library with three generations of Adamses…

*Not always the Friday following Easter [along with Ramadan, Passover and a nearly full moon] probably, but this year it was.

** Having noted the weighing station while collecting the summer’s Large Breed Dogfood.