Happy New Year

Right after Tom got back from the airport (that's his suitcase, lower right) Anne and Peter dropped by with a delivery. We had the best time! And you should smell our house. It smells like the Conservatory of Flowers in Golden Gate Park.

Lunch at Lucille's: teriyaki, couscous, French green beans, wine, COOKIES

 

5:11 p.m.

Next door neighbors. Fish tacos. Hair spray. Camera phones.

looking down   4:55 p.m.

looking west   5:04 p.m.

looking east   5:16 p.m.  (Peter had to point it out.)

Merry Christmas

Christmas at Emmy's

a glutinous feast

Aren't these the best teeth? (My contribution to White Elephants)

4:59 p.m. Christmas Eve

So Glad the World Didn't End Yesterday

4:34 p.m.

5:08 p.m.

In Bed

Prompt: The Round Robin

Most of us are in the kitchen mixing mimosas and loading plates

The Round Robin is swell. I love it. But it's hard sometimes. You're always having to look up big words that your partners use.

And some of those partners. Come on, now. Some of them write for hours instead of 10 minutes. And come on, now. Others write on their … oh never mind. I love my cel phone more than life itself.

I like the room we meet in at the end. It's cozy. The food people bring is scrumptious. One girl, Shannon, zoomed in on her motorcycle with a couple bottles of Champagne. Jane always has good coffee (today it was Peet's Major Dickason's) and she always has lots of half & half.

This group was hands down the worst ever, and I played a major role. I forgot to respond to my first partner's first piece if you can believe that.

But even so, today was one of the best final meetings I can remember. For one thing, we stood around the food table for a long time before we sat down. And Shannon actually found some champagne glasses up in the cabinets! In the past we've had to drink it out of coffee cups.

In the final analysis, the Round Robin is one of the best things that's ever happened to me.

Three Little Clouds

4:52 p.m.

On the Sea Wall

She spits. Her mouth is a drainage window.

12.12.12

photo by Peter Munks

From: Peter
Subject: "Somewhere..."
Date: 12.12.12
To: Linda and Tom

L&T, So this is what we see out our window this morning––DIRECTLY OVER YOUR HOUSE––12-12-12––Now that's how to start the day.

Date Night

Green Apple Books and Thai Time

Tom and Elaine, We Like You.

I walked right by. I didn't duck in even though I was starving.

It's a good thing, because look what was on our front porch! (van Holland)

Walking home down the Great Highway

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Biker Chick

Norma is Tom's stepmom. She'll turn 91 this Saturday.

She spent yesterday zooming around Fallbranch on the back of her pastor's bike.

Sincerely, Siri

5:01 p.m.

4:30 is about the latest we can leave to walk these days if we don't want to be walking in the dark. Around that time I dragged myself into the living room where Tom was watching a game. "Are we gonna walk?" I asked.

I saw some drops on the window: "Oh. It looks like it's raining."

"I'm not sure I want to walk in the rain."

"Me neither. Is it really raining? Let me ask Siri."

I summoned Siri.

"Hi Siri. Is it raining?"

"It does not appear to be raining Linda."

"Thank you, Siri."

"It is I who should be thanking you."

It's hard to argue with Siri. She's so nice! Tom and I sloshed down to the car. I could have sworn it was raining. Once we were in the car we had to turn on the windshield wipers.

We parked off the Great Highway and walked three miles. When we got back home we were not only freezing, but soaking wet.

I need to have a little talk with Siri.