Well, July fog in San Francisco really isn't worth commenting on, is it? As a child I watched it roll in waves over the wall and down 5th Avenue, thinking how very special & atmospheric it was, and it was. Haven't seen it yet as an adult, though. While based here, on 5th, as a returnee adult, perhaps I can find the rolling fog again. Unless global warming has f#$%d it up.
So...yeah, as Eddie Izzard says. Here on The Block. Camped out on the second floor of the childhood home while one's remaining parent (age 84) lives on the first floor. An historical note: this house was built in 1904 and first occupied by McLaren's assistant (one of them?). There are/were many Australian plants and trees in the garden as a result. The house stood up to the '06 EQ admirably. During WW2 it was split into flats to accommodate the wartime surge of occupants in SF. I hark back to that time now while living on the 2d floor. Somewhat different circumstances these days, but still a Time of Trial.
Dogs and cats are with us. Aged Parent is quite happy with them, indeed loves animals and is pleased to have them around without having to be responsible for them. Sounds good to me, but I am, alas, the primary caretaker for some time to come. When I am 84 someone else will be feeding and walking my dog(s), right?
Aged Parent is interested in: when we leave for work; what I cook for the dogs; very clean recycling; a closed garage door; moving one's vehicles at least 2 hours before street cleaning; salad dressing with not "too much oil." Her tolerance and general good spirits are most appreciated. It's a Very Brave New World. And it will last, with luck, for a short time so we can all part friends.
Stay tuned.
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