The streets shine silver with rain this morning. I like that. Showers all day, they say, and high winds inland.
One daughter-in-law* is returning from back east today from a son’s wedding. She likes the new daughter-in-law and says she’s proud of the newly changed son. (The old one was a bit choice.) She will be coming home to the high winds and drive home in the rain over the mountains. So I worry a bit.
Then again, the Geezer will be out in the rain and wind all day. His bosses seem to be giving him a lighter load this week, and they have moved his training date for the new job to the middle of next week. He has three days on the road this week and two days next week.
I read yesterday. I didn’t have a strong grasp on my thesis so the essay was a bit confusing, muddled. Perhaps I didn’t have the passion for the subject that I needed. I was going to discuss achievements, but instead discussed how even today it is hard to become accepted as an architect in a male dominated job.
Too much dinner out by the bay in stunning sunshine framed with high flying clouds….without a camera.
* These lovely women and men that adopted my grandchildren are not really daughter’s-in-law or son’s-in-law but what else to call them. Just as the Geezer is not really Lessa’s father, she calls him dad. He welcomed all of the fleet of grandkids, and those who know him love him. They have become his and are now ours.