The first day of the [actual] year was much like the last of the last; dark, damp and
just like the old one. But while praying one of his government rockets falls on Elon, and soon,
the afternoon was more of the same…
as was the next morning.
Nonetheless it became a day to go to Vallejo to wash 80’s roadslime off the Tundra
and, after an intense Thai massage, have a look at all that nothing down by the water.
Well almost nothing anyway; meanwhile the mail brought a lot of somethings
from Stephen’s summer Pennsylvania yard sale forays
and in the evening we went to dinner, again the Indian as promised to Bryan who I realize developed a taste for such exotica during his several deployments near easterly and beyond.
The next, Christmas Eve Day, was even murkier than usual
until an afternoon rarity of sunshine wherein
we ventured down the freeway and up into the hills of El Cerrito for an afternoon
of holiday feasting and libationing with old friends
which included a studio visit between the lavish lunch and the passion fruit tarts until
the light began to fade and all headed home, some to Inverness and some to
Benicia where Christmas morning, though v. sorefooted from all yesterday’s stairs, I initiated
a subtle art project of anonymous Pennsylvania HotWheels Distribution in hopes that they
would find loving loving homes, v. out of shape on an afternoon bike ride which proved curiously eventful in that I not only intersected Gregg Renfrow, bundled up drawing at the bottom of Semple but also man about town David Trumbull rumbling around town in a new Corvette
he said his girlfriend had given him for Christmas…and all I got was a homemade card,
perfection for who it’s for. After dinner we spent the evening visiting with family in Vancouver
through the Magic of the Internet, and that was Christmas…
Hope it was all Very Merry regardless and for everyone so inclined [to either Christmas
or merriment or both]…Ho Ho Ho.
Brightly lit holidays it seems! Eva’s work is lovely (I am not good with art adjectives). They must be nice to see in person!
Your visit WAS the holidays for us! An afternoon of true good cheer. Thank you for your luminous presences and your jewel-like presents. And, always, thanks for your friendship. XO
It was our Big Event too! Such a nice time…
IF I should ever consider switching coasts though unlikely, you might have a new neighbor in Benicia. Unlikely is becoming more and more feasible as my town on Long Island becomes rather quickly a very different place and a much less appealing one.
Lots of little notes: the intricate darning patch on your knee; the unending compositional use of the pole; the fabulous little car collection, that I seem to remember beginning way,way back when and their placement around Benicia.