Jennifer and I drove to SFO Friday night to pick up my cousin, Jeri. I am sure she has been mentioned in prior posts; she has always been someone I feel a connection with. Since childhood. She was returning from Hawaii to New York and planned her flight to stop for a brief visit before heading home Monday morning. As I had with Paula, her mom, she has an attachment to mine. This was and is seen as likely the last time she will see her. It sounds kind of "heavy," yet there is a light, genuinely loving, and positive human experience here. There's been no "deathbed conversations" (so far), just laughter and conversation. I know how it feels to say goodbye to someone, knowing that this will likely be a final one. Nobody talks about it • at the moment because of the stigma of acceptance and the awkwardness of raw emotions; it's all there. So maybe we should. Her plane arrived at 9 pm, and traffic on the 101 was awful. I should have taken the 280 to Half Moon Bay and then gone right on the 92. (Stuart? What are you doing here?) Once there, after more issues getting to the annuals, we managed to get her and return home. We opened a Gali Pinot, along with the latest Devine cheese box, and chatted around the fire pit well past midnight. Way past my bedtime, and the breach of my abstinence from alcohol, although moderate, f not modest as well, did not help me sleep. I got up and started writing and restructuring chapter one. The remarkable allows me to do so easily, with a cool feature that anchors annotations to text so they move along as you edit the text. We went to the nearby farm stand and saw Leona and others. We sat and conversed with a woman named Nanci, who has lived on Fairview Plaza for the past 14 years. The tiny street an ex girlfriend lived on, in two separate apartments. But not at once. It was a place I spend a good deal of time at for several years. Nanci has a counseling practice downtown. She also told us about a theatre troupe in Saratoga that she works with and gave us a flyer for an upcoming musical comedy which we plan to see. We returned home for a short time before heading out to Wright's Station. I did well on tasting and passing to Jennifer. The 2019 Semaphore is wonderful and I stopped to toast to Marlin, recalling that this way one of his favorite spots. I went out and retrieved my mom, with a stop at Andale for takeout. We visited for a couple hours and will go see her again tomorrow. I am greatly enjoying having her here. Almost as much as Jennifer is.
