Ocean Beach  6:57 p.m. 

More work in progress.

Happy Birthday to us! Waiting for our table by the sea. Thank you, Peter and Anne.

Work In Progress

A Writerly Breakfast

a fried chicken sandwich and blueberry pancakes

Katie's Spring Concert

turtletaub

Katie (right) sings with the amazing inimitable Resound Ensemble.

Look who showed up! It's Anne.

Along with Peter, of course.

My favorite sketch

After the deadline

The outside is still out there.

Mary Blair! And My First Trip to the Disney Museum

The most wonderful paintings by Mary Blair!

Salzer and Pat were in CA for the Maker Faire––so I got to go somewhere special today! It was fun seeing the show together. Sal and I both had lots of Mary Blair in our lives as kids.

Inside the Mary Blair building

The bathroom at the Disney Museum

The floor at the Disney Museum

Anne Herbst!

Twenty-four paintings, and each is a gem.

Attention! Anne has a show of 24 paintings at the Community Health Resource Center at Cal Pacific on Webster Street. They'll be up for three months, so head on over.

Walking Down Ulloa Street

Mari. Was this art-directed?

It's OK with me!    p.s. to everyone else: that's Mimi.

Cowpokes and Bookworms

 6:36 p.m.

Judy Sierra reads E-I-E-I-O! How Old MacDonald Got His Farm (With a Little Help from a Hen)

Two Bookworms

Great Highway Closed

Walking home on the beach this evening, the wind was so loud  we had to cut across the Great Highway in order to phone in a pizza. That's when we noticed: no cars! The Great Highway had been closed from Lincoln on down because the sand dunes had spilled over onto the road.

Life With a Norwegian

Tom and I are walking back home on the beach past some bonfires. Happy is blasting from a speaker.

Tom: "I don't like that song."

At the Ferry Building

Photo by Mr. Thomas Kellog Davick

Writin' Nite

Happy Birthday, John!

Dinner at the Corner Store.

These birthdays have got to stop.

Prompt: At the top of the stairs

6:33 p.m.

Dear Lara,

This evening we were almost to the top of those wooden stairs on the Coastal Trail.

"This really weird thing happened last night," I said to Tom. "I felt bad yesterday. Tired, lost, and like I hadn't been able to get enough work done. When we went to bed I still felt depressed. I woke up at 3:00 and remember thinking for a fraction of a second: 'Sometimes I feel better after a few hours of sleep. I wonder if I do!' But after two more seconds I realized I didn't feel any better. I still felt down in the dumps.

Then when I went back to sleep I had this dream. James T. Kughler was in it. I don’t remember what happened in the dream, but the dream was such a wonderful thing that I had another dream right after it where I told Debbie and Mary about the first dream. Then when I woke up around 6:00 I felt really good. Calm, and in the most amazing state of mind.”

Anyway, Lara, James T. Kughler was a color separator who worked with the publishing company in TN where I worked for 11 years. He was fun; brought donuts when he came to make a call; he loved his family; he rode a motorcycle; he had a good spirit. We called him James T. for short.

Fifteen years later––after Tom and I had moved to CA––I caught up with James T. on Facebook. He told me he had colon cancer and had been living with it for years. He was in a good frame of mind as always. Then a year ago he died.

But back to our conversation on the stairs. I was hesitant to say this to Tom, but it just came out: "I felt so much better after the dream that I wondered if James T had come back to be with me or to help me."

"Those things happen," said Tom.

I was stunned that Tom said that. I wanted to say, "Do you really think those things happen?" but I decided to let it go and to walk in silence.

It just goes to prove you can be with somebody 40 years and still not know them.

I hope you have a good night!

Sincerely,

Linda D.

Good Saturday

Happy Birthday, Barbara!

Georgia O'Keefe at the de Young

Alice Roche at the de Young

Happy Birthday, Jeanne!

Back On Our Own Beach

7:26 p.m.