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suricattus was in town to read at SF in SF with our equally own desperance last night. LAG stayed with us (o! brave woman to face Emily the Moldavian Leaping Hound and Avocado/Becca) and yesterday she and I went up and walked across the Golden Gate Bridge (and back again, because once you get to the other side it's either invade Marin or walk back). Then lunch, and returned to prepare for the SF in SF dinner, and then the reading. And, dammit, now I have more things I need to read.
Then LAG and I returned to my house, where Becca andceddy's son Ben were around (Ben was a late addition to the houseparty), and somehow I found myself exchanging Tales of My Misspent Yout' with the assembled company. Becca eats this up: she's fascinated by any misbehavior on my part (wonder why). We to bed later than I ought; when I got up this morning I hit the Farmer's Market (plums, pluots, and blueberries to last the week. Then had brunch with suricattus, Deborah Grabien, and Rina Weisman. Drove LAG down to San Jose for her next tour engagement (my God, where does she get her energy?), then went to Costco, which was a horrorshow, even for Sunday afternoon at Costco. Returned home with plastic wrap, raspberries, vitamins, and other assorted items.
Am now tired. Should make dinner. Or clean. Or something. Or maybe not.
suricattus was in town to read at SF in SF with our equally own desperance last night. LAG stayed with us (o! brave woman to face Emily the Moldavian Leaping Hound and Avocado/Becca) and yesterday she and I went up and walked across the Golden Gate Bridge (and back again, because once you get to the other side it's either invade Marin or walk back). Then lunch, and returned to prepare for the SF in SF dinner, and then the reading. And, dammit, now I have more things I need to read.Then LAG and I returned to my house, where Becca and
ceddy's son Ben were around (Ben was a late addition to the houseparty), and somehow I found myself exchanging Tales of My Misspent Yout' with the assembled company. Becca eats this up: she's fascinated by any misbehavior on my part (wonder why). We to bed later than I ought; when I got up this morning I hit the Farmer's Market (plums, pluots, and blueberries to last the week. Then had brunch with suricattus, Deborah Grabien, and Rina Weisman. Drove LAG down to San Jose for her next tour engagement (my God, where does she get her energy?), then went to Costco, which was a horrorshow, even for Sunday afternoon at Costco. Returned home with plastic wrap, raspberries, vitamins, and other assorted items.Am now tired. Should make dinner. Or clean. Or something. Or maybe not.