The return of the light remained occluded for days on end which [3pm Monday, below],

compounded by King Tides,

made for quite the wetly wintry aspect although on

Wednesday we got a break, all the better for the kids who’d spent the day driving up the coast

from Cayucos, bringing oysters from Monterey*.  The novelty of seeing our shadows did not,

however, last long, as after a most pleasant evening with the three of them plus Bryan to help

consume the aforementioned mollusks along with goose soup as well as the remnant pie and

cookies Thursday showed up as wet and dark as ever with barely time to walk the pups

before they were off in the rain towards Eugene, Oregon.

Meanwhile in Benicia the rest of the week washed wetly

downstream towards another 21st century year…

Come New Year’s Eve Chicha and company were safely ensconced in Vancouver and Bryan

was in Barstow, heading back to eventual Texas, while thanks to champagne, Linda Beaumont‘s

panforte** and vin santo we didn’t quite make it to 2023 before taking to our bed

but nonetheless hope the coming year will encompass a bit less weirdness, fewer broken bones…and all best things for everyone.  Except maybe the Moron of Mar a-Lago.

 

*The oysters from Monterey were actually from Long Island, but sweet and fresh just the same.

**Whose website inexplicably fails to mention that deadly delicacy.