An awful lot to do at home,
yet time to attempt to search-and-rescue the music stand from last Saturday.
So,
trying at least to get another deferred task accomplished,
make a beeline (the fog already coming in, on this 52nd day of summer -- the last spring day having been April 16, at 69 --
93 today, tying April 29 and May 3 as the highest temp of the year... but certainly nowhere near this as we near the Bay)
to
Berkeley,
parking on
Hearst,
and
cutting across campus,
dead-reckoningly map-less,
past the Bolognianly Italianate Sather Tower (to say nothing of other allusions)
to the
Music Library, assertaining that, like UC Davis, they have an incomplete complete Prokofiev collection, the next relevant in the collection being his Opus 9, Two Poems.
Make
a
loop
back,
with fair prospects to the Bay --
seemingly a perfect Cal day, warm enough to bask in the sun (74), with the dark knowledge that the fog must inevitably come in once again.
Looping around in the car
to
Adeline's Firehouse Art Hangar, the stand is hiding in plain sight, downstage right. Greet and thank the owners,
then head out on a circuitous route, ultimately west on Ashby,
north
on
San
Pablo,
into the fog by Albany, making relavatory discoveries, and
burning back into the sunshine of Pinole,
Hercules,
Refinery Valley and
Canyon,
the Carquinez,
Vallejo
Cliffs,
American Canyon,
Sentinel Peak, the
Sulfur
Springs,
Fairfield Pyramids,
Lagoon -- Central
and
North -- and
Vaca Mountains -- home, with Harriet arriving anon, for dinner and chat and compositional conclusion of Six Enneads: V (5 pages total).
