An awful lot to do at home,
yet time to attempt to search-and-rescue the music stand from last Saturday.
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)
cutting across campus,
past the Bolognianly Italianate Sather Tower (to say nothing of other allusions)
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.
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
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,
into the fog by Albany, making relavatory discoveries, and
burning back into the sunshine of Pinole,
Refinery Valley and
Sentinel Peak, the
Lagoon -- Central
North -- and
Vaca Mountains -- home, with Harriet arriving anon, for dinner and chat and compositional conclusion of Six Enneads: V (5 pages total).