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<\/a><\/p>\nat least through lunch, and then, having eschewed the Monthly Breathwork on the corner, were<\/p>\n
off to SF in unexpectedly light weekend traffic for a relaxed dinner<\/a> before a concert honoring<\/p>\n our late friend Ingram Marshall<\/a> at Herbst Theatre<\/a> which also looked to become a reunion of sorts for people from back when we all – over forty years ago – lived in the Haight where he had<\/p>\n written at least one of the pieces<\/a> performed that night. L. and I made it home, luckily just ahead of a partial Caldecott Tunnel closure, to the dogs’ delight and subsequent morning walk but<\/p>\n weren’t done yet, having scheduled\u00a0acupuncture <\/a> in Fairfield although happily “Fairfield” turned<\/p>\n out to be a verdantly anomalous industrial park in Green Valley on the one day, Sunday, 680 wasn’t closed for repairs to the Benicia water line.<\/p>\n Disruptions, minor, continued as Monday L. left me to lunch in Larkspur and then Tuesday<\/p>\n came…and went.<\/p>\n Wednesday in a rare midday moment out in Society we experienced the pleasant gardens and cloyingly French quease-ine* of One House Bakery<\/a> with Kathryn and Greg Renfrow<\/p>\n and Benicia’s beloved former head librarian David Dodd\u00a0<\/a>[behind the camera, therefore not shown] prior to my venturing downtown seeking signs of spring and locating succulents as well<\/p>\n as an interesting array of miniature iridescent dinosaurs…<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n