Lost is my way to learn

Written last night:
Dear Friends,

I’m still getting lost, but by now at least I’m familiar with the names of the streets I am lost on — today I wandered between Folsom and Stockton. Lost is the way to learn the map, and I’m glad I have the time to do it. 

This afternoon Kate and I planned the next condo crawl — it’s this building’s name for a party. 

Then I painted and broiled halibut, the best west coast fish I’ve tasted yet.

I’m tired, and I think Zing is too — some city noise woke us up at 3 a.m. It sounded like the clanging refuse bins. 

Here’s what I see from where I’m sitting now.

Love, k