among other things, very reassuring about the belief systems of the 41% of the population who are reputed to think that anyone who believes in human rights, the Geneva Convention,

rule of law, climate change or Science is Automatically the AntiChrist [41% is a whole LOT of people] but anyway we were too engagingly distracted being entertaining to worry about war criminals, ICEholes, weaponized crypto pyramids etc etc…for one thing there was Sunday, over-

cast and damp, with runs in the ’45 to Safeway and One House just ahead of our Albuquerque

visitors’ arrival for lunch and an afternoon hanging out wherein, among other things, John and I explored the 1894 syphilis map of Russia Linda’s friend Abby had linked to in an email but then, as the short day wound down, went across the street to the  local liquor emporium for some wine ahead of the new clothes dryer delivery [and installation] during dinner prep during which

Bryan arrived bearing floor lamps from Carl Street…and a good time was had by all although some stayed up a bit beyond their octogenarian bedtimes…morning, the usual grey, John, Roberta and Linda endured what turned out to be exceptionally mediocre breakfasts at Lucca

while I, the Taco having failed to start, headed for the coast in Linny’s Mini with minimal

interference, reaching El Granada in less than an hour for a mini family reunion at Kirk and

Brenda’s where sister Kathy and Dave were laying over enroute to Rossland from the big familial Thanksgiving in Del Mar which Kirk, having just survived a major back surgery, had missed…lavish burrito-ish fish tacos on the sunny deck were followed by a walk out Princeton’s

scenic pier after which I headed north to rush hour [took about 45 minutes more to get home]

and the chill overcast of Benicia’s Tuesday…

which lightened up a bit by late morning,

allowing us to lunch at the luncheonette and, for me,

a ride down into afternoon’s glare to

our much less commercial marina, ah.

Meanwhile the re-shelving project, on hiatus throughout the weekend, returned fitfully to life

with breaks to drop off the ’45, pick up the Tundra* and fit in another afternoon ride

down along the waters, Our Christian Waters…

*Timing belt replacement and a rear sway bar, trying to get it to handle more like the Tacoma.