Herself: A weekend of photographs. Rain again today. Bee at 8, and PT at 1030. Maybe the rain will be gone by the time I get on the road.
Balance: Ice the hand while sitting with a book. Rapidly working my way through Bujold’s “Vorkosegian Saga.”
Caught my attention: Alice, at My Wintersong, is one of my three or four morning stops ever day. She isn’t a daily writer, but she opens doors in my mind that other’s don’t. Today she is publishing a Goat column by “One o’the Nine.” She sometimes posts one of her nine uncle’s newspaper columns that was published in Florida in the 1960’s.
After a jaunt up to the top of the point to photograph the flying clouds, we had lunch and headed to Balboa Park. There we found ourselves in a display of delightful hot rods. A docent took the time to show us around the 1935 temporary fair building, and, understanding G’s dilemma of working five days a week and not being able to attend the orientation, suggested he show up next Sunday at one. G could do that.