San Francisco is lovely, foggy, and blissfully cool. It's good to be home. First of all, my things are here. Remarkable how nice a life I have set up for myself, right down to messages from friends and family, invitations to fiery infernos of outdoor art and camping trips. And it's only going to get better when my old friends Sarah and Andy move back to the States next month. So excited. Finally connected with them via cell in Richmond, Virginia (they're in New Zealand with their two kids). Planning to visit their new home in Portland for Thanksgiving.
Funny how coming home also puts you right back in the groove of your old bad habits, tho. Like knitting in bed (bad for the back and wrists) and playing computer solitaire. Trying to keep some of that anthing's-possible travel spirit. Vowed to read Guns Germs and Steel (or watch the new PBS miniseries!) and finish a scarf for my niece. Learn piano. And do strength training. We'll see how long that lasts.
Tonight: weight lifting and glazing at ceramics open studio
Tomorrow night: first hat-knitting class
Wed. night: last meeting with volunteer group (I'm quitting) and meeting Michael for a giftie hand-off. His wife Stacy hosted me and my niece Katie a few weeks ago for an afternoon of silkscreening. So cool.
I have a nice life. Awful nice to be back in it. Now, must return a few calls and meet my friend Roger for lunch. Who-hoo!
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