well, California.  Where one remains on the run, somewhat. First Vallejo to choose glasses, returning with a detour into a yard full of sixties Chevys to inquire about the problematic rot

above the Tundra’s windshield [no easy answers] before, at last, two uninterrupted days

around home, studio and Inkies.

Water, water everywhere

but not enough drops to sustain the land it would seem this season…

One of those two quiet days encompassed a quiet birthday

followed by Thursday wherein

we were again braving Highway 37 [not so bad of a weekday morning] as far as

the Lakeville Highway on which we trailed “Sandstorm” into Petaluma where

our friend Rick is transferring his cabinets of wonders from Hampstead

into a classic California house after many years in London.  Grand tours and a soporific lunch al fresco on the patio pleasantly preceded a return to the Lakeville which without a Sandstorm

to contend with wasn’t bad at all but 37 at 3:30 made for an excruciating hour

of nearly stationary traffic idling idly nearly to Vallejo which barely got us home in time

to feed the uneasy dogs, to their great relief. Things settled and cooled sufficiently

[Thursday was unusually warm everywhere] to necessitate taking subsequent lunches in

the warmth of the Industrial Luncheonette although “unusually warm everywhere”

does not entirely account for spring’s greeneries being…not.

But that was Easter 2021 in California…gone now and at least for us, despite

no E-Bunny, no E-Snake…oh well, it was swell.