Dec 29, 2018

Written last night:
Dear Friends,

We are back — Zing! has barely moved from the couch, tired from his stay at Grateful Dog, and I had a normal day after almost a week of Christmas in Miami.

On the flight back yesterday I read Michelle Obama’s autobiography, seatbelt fastened the whole way because it was a bumpy, rainy flight. The air was clear when we landed and the moon was big and yellow. My neighbor Sandy picked me up at the airport near midnight. 

Miami was stone crabs and snapper and black beans; English spoken with a Spanish accent and Spanish with an American accent (sometimes), more construction cranes than buildings on the skyline; sand flies and even mosquitoes; a few sailboats on the bay; watching the palm trees shuffle their fronds in the wind; treasured times with family and friends. Mitch Kaplan, owner of my favorite bookstore (Books & Books) looked harried and his curly hair is now gray,

Today I woke up surprisingly early, went to the gym, and then toured backstage at the Capitol with a friend of Sandy’s, an advisor to a legislative committee on the environment. She showed us all the regular rooms, but with a knowing side patter. Senate chambers are red and Assembly is green, California has 58 counties (Ohio has 88, right?), there is an old and a new part of the Capitol, and the floors don’t match, so you have to take different elevators, Senate bills have goldenrod covers, outgoing governor Jerry Brown played it close to the vest, everyone is waiting to see who the new governor Gavin Newsom names as aides, and it’s still not certain whether he’ll take up residence in the Governor’s Mansion or commute to the Capitol from his home in San Francisco. 

My Christmas tree is still alive. Sacramento is colder than Miami, and I’m glad to be home.

Love,
k

Bill Baggs State Park, Key Biscayne,  FL

California Assembly chambers






Dec 6, 2018

Dark tree

Written last night:
Dear Friends,
Black tree today: #2 Santa would not approve!

Maybe the tree is dark because I ran into some dismal things today: before 7 this morning Zing and I encountered a depressed friend. The holidays bring her down. Zing! cheered her as well as he could. Later, on my way out, a man who lives here asked if I noticed anything missing from the lobby. Of course, I didn’t. I always fail such tests. “The two white chairs!” he said, almost gleefully. “Stolen!”

And then, on our last walk tonight, Zing and I passed a homeless man shielded behind his brimming grocery cart, trying to wash his feet in the fountain next door. I was surprised when Zing growled at him, and glad too, that Zing recognizes an intruder. I looked away and hurried past, to give the man a little bit of privacy. 

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