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<\/a><\/p>\nSunday with friends long unseen and a Monday whereupon by afternoon the helper springs,<\/a><\/p>\n last pieces***of the new-to-me truck puzzle, fell or were pushed into place by Ryan at Alex’s.<\/p>\n Themes of red, constant winds and Wednesday, unmasked, a Gathering [unshown] of some<\/p>\n dozens of CCA f<\/a>aculty past and present in the wilds of Tilden Park in celebration of three<\/p>\n retirements.\u00a0 Moving, historic and most strange to be among so many humans all at the same<\/p>\n time after so long but home in time for Midsomer Murders,<\/a> checking things off The List while waiting on a parking place, worrying over the uncertainty of\u00a0 L’s. departure, a last dental<\/p>\n appointment, a visit to Gregg’s<\/a> studio [hadn’t been since Well Before Covid]<\/p>\n and more windy mornings, waiting.\u00a0 Also it rained when Shawn and Scott returned<\/p>\n for two days of grinding, drilling and quesadillas in the garden,<\/p>\n one of which was my last studio day here until October, a day celebrated with the usual<\/p>\n routines with the usual trip to the shore.<\/p>\n Saturday began a weekend of visitors, house tours, lunches and studio visits; sweet but after<\/p>\n so long alone unsurprisingly exhausting.<\/p>\n The subsequent week kicked off with the A-team’s final collaboration for awhile which<\/p>\n brought the sculpture back together and ultimately apart yet again.<\/p>\n Later it was caesar salad with fishes and chipses at Lucca<\/a> al fresco…a little too fresco for us<\/p>\n by seven, so home for a last “Father Brown”.<\/a><\/p>\n Tuesday’s windy walk for dogs was followed by an entire morning foraging for food around<\/p>\n Benicia, putting together a last lunch in the garden for Scott and L. and a last look at the straits<\/a><\/p>\n before, at day’s end, the sculpture disassembled and tucked away, the little truck<\/a> tucked at last.<\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n