Woke up to damp on the ground and the rain chain full of water, the beginning of fall. Hopeful! I was asked about heat and smoke and I said not yet this summer, not along our patch of coast. It’s all temporary reprieves now but who’s going to turn them down?
Off work for my birthday, crossed the bridge into the city, gray bay, mist shroud, patch of pale sun on Russian Hill. J. stopped in the Sunset to buy a student clarinet for R. from an old guy in a warren row house. She saw the mezuzah and wished him a happy new year. He said, the clarinet is a Jewish instrument, I have a klezmer background, I come from Romania.
I thought for the day I might expect to write a summa about transition to life as a woman, but a happy outcome of that transition may be decreased interest in writing summae.
Gardens, pastel walls, gilt lions.