Three Most Excellent Days!

This is why I want to be retired, to have three excellent days in row, more than once every two or three months.

1. Saturday:  woke up in Guerneville, at Jenn and Dar's house, under the redwoods, with the dogs.  Walked the dogs, made a cup of coffee, read for two hours, had yogurt and fruit.  Walked the dogs again. And Giants game is on!!!  Watched the game for three plus hours and Giant's won again! (They won on Friday night as well.)  Took a nap. Walked the dogs, got Chinese take out which was crappy. Read, went to bed. I talked to no one all day except the take-out guy. A good day. It's nice to be in tall trees and not speak to anyone except dogs who just look at you with either complete understanding or with blank face, and either one works. You be the judge.

2. Woke up early, walked and fed dogs, out of there before 8:00 am.  To Santa Rosa, changed clothes, off to SF and Daly City. No traffic, was at Gabe's in time for scrambled eggs. Off to AT&T park for noon start of last Giants game of the season, against the egomaniacal LA Dodgers, which of course we, the Giants, would win to sweep the series. Great day, sunny, not hot, our seats were in the very, very top of the stadium, one row short of the last row. Great view. Scary stairs. Amazing game. Giants won, of course.  Walked along Embarcadero, had a drink and some food and some wine.... BART back to DC and then home.  A beautiful day, great game, good times.

3. Monday: woke up to light rain. How can I explain how happy that makes me after a summer of heat, heat, heat? Skies were gray all day, drizzly all day, cool all day. Yes, it's one day out of 30, the heat will be back tomorrow and for the next ten days but it was a hint of autumn and winter.  It was lovely. 

Tomorrow, back to work for the next six days. 

To everyone who helped engineer those three days, I thank you. You know who you are.  love, love, love. 

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