back to Reperch

 For her belated birthday Amy wanted me to give her a guided tour of Reperch because who knows when you might need a previously owned (ahem) table or chair? Then we walked to Togo's for a fancy lunch and then topped off our Saturday at Salvation Army where it was 1/2 off day and man, that retail store was  packed with merchandise and customers. 

simple pleasures

 Doesn't this look like a painting? Yesterday afternoon I walked in the nabe and stopped for an overpriced latte on 24th Street. Worth it. I did some serious people watching and read my July 28th New Yorker and let my iPhone count my steps. I love this city, but you already know that...

yay ~ a favorite returns

 Apple TV is giving us a new episode every week of the most wonderful Slow Horses and it was just what I needed last night after a day of too much grim political news. It did NOT disappoint. 

Mrs. Scott's quilt

 The Berkeley Art Museum has a glorious exhibit of quilts created by local African American women (and a few men) and I urge you to see this. Doug, Barb and I met Suzy and Fuzzy there because Suzy has told us many wonderful stories about her friend and neighbor, Mrs. Scott, now deceased, alas. You can see the detail of men's ties in her quilt (bottom photo) and Suzy brought photos of Mrs. Scott and we praised her over lunch as she helped Suzy during some very difficult times. It was a full and very good day.

the sound of quiet

 

I Went Out to Hear

The sound of quiet. The skyindigo, steepingdeeper from the top, like tea.In the absenceof anything else, my ownbreathing became obscene.I heard the beatingof bats’ wings beforethe air troubled abovemy head, turned to lookand saw them gone.On the surface of the blacklake, a swan and the moonstayed perfectlystill. I knew this wasa perfect moment.Which would only hurt meto remember and neverlive again. My God. How lucky to have liveda life I would die for.
~ Leila Chatti

home and happy about that

 Smooth (long) drive home yesterday and early to bed last night. Today I'm busy doing laundry and giving the girl cat some meaningful attention. No tv up in Ashland but I was still able to follow the idiot tRump and his band of criminals, however now I am back in front of the news. Sheeeeesh, such times we live in.

a happy ending

 Our final play was a delightful comedy The Importance of Being Earnest by clever Oscar Wilde. Excellent Japanese dinner at Kobe, a restaurant that has been here 19 years and we didn't know about it before. Now I will shower and we will head home after breakfast. A lovely vacation but I am ready for hearth and cat and a busy week ahead.