The sunrise is coming just a bit earlier these days. It's a gentle way to wake, and the patio is hopefully where most of my mornings will be spent for the next six months. Getting the benefits of sunlight, enjoying the sounds of birds and squirrels, and, as of yesterday, relaxing on a new outdoor sectional we picked up from neighbors who are doing a remodel. I now have two options for places to sit and write. It's so reminiscent of the years renting Pauline's house on Loma Vista, where I would sit and write letters on the patio. Here, now, at this spot, I'm distracted by having just noticed a wasp nest under the roofline, yet more rhythmically by the repetitive cooling of a bird that just flew into a space we have above my head. And just flew away. My remarkable has been spared being pooped on, as have I. Our wone walk event in Los Gatos was fun. We met up with Marlin and Connie, who I walked right by while Jennifer recognized him. We tried several good wines from some small independent wineries "Wild Eye" had a wonderful cabernet, along with a couple of others that may warrant making reservations to visit. We have more than enough, of course, but the opportunity to explore some of these small "boutique" winemakers nearby makes for fun outings. I capped the day yesterday with a 4/20 outing to the planetarium with Mark to take in their "Dark side of the Moon" show. I kept my eyes closed the whole time, focused mostly on the quality of the sonics and audio they have their, while subtle muted hues of colors from the lasers bled softly through closed eyelids. Followed by a firepit visit with Mark, Jen and Tommy, who I watched with wonder as he recounted with Mark stories of first meeting Vinny, of scouts and camping, and it struck me how influential all of those experience clearly were for him. I hope to have Lauren visit for a few days in May/June and get to spend similar time with her, too. Because it's all fleeting.
