Jan 23: Thick black clouds rose into the sky and dissipated into the blue. And I don’t know where they came from.
Jan 23: Packing boxes, putting fragile ware out of harm’s way, throwing out detritus, and running up and down the stairs until we’ve completed the prep work for our wood floor renovation this week, I wonder, is it more trouble than it’s worth?
Jan 24: So tired and it’s only eleven thirty in the morning. But I’m pushing on.
Jan 24: I walk from my car to the gym in the dark cold morning, holding my jacket closed to the chill. But I refuse to park closer. The cold wakes me up and the walk gives my workout a jump start.
Jan 25: The plane’s loud hum doesn’t disrupt its smooth dissent.
Jan 25: White snowy peaks rise just above the cloud-line.
Jan 26: The clear lake like a mirror reflects the pine trees standing green and proud along its edge.
Jan 26: One hundred year old vines, thick, gnarled, bent over like old men, stand in long straight rows ready to produce full-bodied, peppery, deep red zins for their masters until death.
Jan 26: A Ganesh beckons me from the window. Heavy cement rubbed in a deep ochre patina and enveloped by heart shapes around its base. Could I make it mine? it's too soon to tell.
Jan 27: I found the old Knight Foundry, created in 1873 just off downtown Sutter Creek’s Main Street. And I made a piece of art out of its shelves of tools all rusty and dirty and superfluous in the time we live in now.
Jan 27: How can I treat my husband so he’ll look at me and think I’m a better person than I am right now, tonight?
Jan 28: The cold wind blew right through me as I walked up Post Street this morning. Even passing those up-scale shops didn’t warm my bones.
Jan 28: The painted heart statue on the corner of Union Square shows the San Francisco Bay and its famous bridge.
Jan 29: Waiting, waiting, waiting for our flight to LA. What else can you do with a gimpy foot on a misty day?
Jan 29: I’ll do anything to get my step tally for the day – even walk in boots with heels high enough to cause the sides and soles of my feet to burn.
Jan 30: Back home at last, watching the rain pouring down in the bright and clear sunlit day.