Wednesday one thing piled upon another until slowing for Burmese food, two rounds of Uno with Izel and eventual bed for all. The next morning the only Vancouvérian traces were an empty Nike box, a megalodon and the Sloth of the Second puzzle as by the time we were

walking the dogs they were already in the air headed home.

Not very much later found us again afoot downtown, this time with seldom seen friends

from Petaluma for lunch at Bella Siena, myself avoiding all entrees in favor of an arugula salad.

The next day’s was less of a risk being in-house, or rather in industrial luncheonette,

with great friend Sarah Bird with whom L. then spent the afternoon discussing work and life

while I took a cool ‘n’ breezy ride to the waters before Collapse…

Saturday saw something similar albeit only after a trip to Southampton for dogfood which left

the ’45 again idling uneasily; apparently my fussing with the plug wires last time didn’t solve the problem[s] after/at all* although for some reason and meanwhile these two faces from the

week

that was resonated; the one perhaps commentary on the other or vice versa.

A perfect ’56 in cold morning light…these chill mornings are making it hard to adjust to

daylight “savings” as the continuing chill days continue to allow PGE to drain my book

publishing funds** month by month far into what should by now have been Much Milder

Weather.  Spring…sprung forward to where?

*Nor, apparently, did polishing the wheels and hubcaps.

**PGE expenditures admittedly optional although lacking enough down clothing to stay even moderately warm has resulted in far larger heating bills far longer than anticipated. We are not alone in this…