Stories told

Yesterday I made some progress on Gerty’s embroidery project, shaved yaks
all day at work, moved my meetup with G to another location since Dobra is
under renovation, and arrived home to find the new place already closed for
the day, but it all worked out. I packed some water and we sat in the
ballfield bleachers, it wasn’t too hot, and we got to see a yellow-bellied
bird feed its nestlings. He’s doing good; has himself in a job that
satisfies all his makerly needs, and comes home to garden and cook and to a
primary partner who’s a good anchor for him. Totally smitten with
California, even when it’s on fire or sliding down a cliff. Or both.

Late dinner meant going direct from crossword to bed, but a good evening
nonetheless.