The world seems to be presenting me with broken (but not destroyed) things these days. The string on the Totoro fob I carry every day snapped last night. I had a package arrive at work pretty mangled, proudly displaying a sticker reading "Received in bad condition at Cupertino, CA." (The contents themselves were just fine.) The yarn on my current project snapped on me once or twice. (I was able to repair the breaks with no discernable effect on the project.) Russell's not feeling great. (But he's not really sick, either.)
I'm really, really, really trying not to read too much into this.
The rain in San Francisco is entirely my fault - I'm sure of it.
Thursday morning I entered the following items in my "Top five to do list" for the weekend:
1. Thoroughly wash Gyre.
2. Spend a few hours rubbing teak oil into all the outdoor furniture, which finally dried out.
3. Weed the backyard and plant a bunch of new herbs.
4. Walk around the Alemeny farmers's market with Tom Saturday morning.
(Oh. Item five? Do our taxes. The rain may make THAT one easier, at least...)
I'm spending a lot of time right now dreaming about things I'd like to be doing more than the things I am doing now. Spending time in my garden. Leisurely Sundays with the Leckmans in my backyard that start at 4pm with a limey minty beverage and culminate in a movie. Teaching friends to play 42. Long urban hikes around my city. A getaway to Mendocino. To DC to see James. To NYC to see Katie, Kira, Jen, Lauren. A road trip to Yosemite. Paris and Barcelona planning for October. Planting herbs so they'll explode this summer and take over the planter bed. Watching Nathan grow up, and smiling at him the whole time. Finding the Japanese maple of my dreams for the front. Leisurely dinner parties, ending with a walk to the top of Bernal Hill to look at the stars, maybe with an ice cream from Maggie Mudds to keep us invigorated. A new deck. Lots of yoga. Sitting in the light breeze with the newly budded birch leaves rustling around us - a bottle of wine, knitting, and girltalk. Hiking in Pt. Reyes and Muir Woods. Having the craftygeeks over for a bath-bomb making lesson. The Exploratorium with the Carlson-clan. Early mornings at the Ferry Plaza Market, alone with my journal and a glass of champagne and oysters and caviar. Making AJ laugh and laugh and giggle. Watching her learn to crawl. Learning to do some very basic jewelry findings and beading. Sitting in the dusk on my deck with a good book, music piping out the kitchen softly. Making coffee with Aimee. Dancing to exhaustion. Finding the perfect shoes. A long evening in the bath with candles and book and yummy scents.
What are you dreaming of?
Lotsa live jazz for us in the next couple of months! The lineup for the San Francisco Jazz Festival this spring looks great - here's what we're seeing. Join us?
3-12-05, 8pm: Branford Marsalis Quartet & Ravi Coltrane Group, a tribute to A Love Supreme
3-19-05, 8pm: SF Jazz Collective
4-9-05, 8pm: Preservation Hall Jazz Bamnd
4-16-05, 8pm: Dave Brubeck Quartet
6-18-05, 10:30pm: Joshua Redman's Elastic Band
Good Mini flirt on the way to work yesterday:
Cute Asian hipster girl (probably too hip for me) in a sweet cream-coloured Mini with a black roof and black stripes on the bonnet.
License plate: 808 GRRL
(Do you think she liked Gyre's checkerboard?)