About the only thing that can be said about the absurd goings-on is that it is an opportunity to drive in a high cab from pole to pole.
So,
at significant expense to Harriet and moi in both money and time (and far, far, from the first),
the
way
is
made
south
(and
here's
where
the
bliss
kicks
back
in
on
another
striking day)
to
Vallejo
for a virtually unassisted triage of material goods,
the
net
result
(but
OK,
let's
pause
here
and
admire
the
scenery
again
on
the
way
back
where
all
the
perspective
has
changed --
resulting
in
a
truly absurd --
that word again --
number
of North Lagoon Mountains Burn shots) is a very full house and an extremely problematic sun-porch-situation.
Re-
petrol (another contributed, un-re-embursed-expense)
and
return
the
rental concern's vehicle on this 133rd day of summer, high -- as yesterday -- 91 (an even 50th day with temperatures 90 or more), doing a second-page performance edition of The Twelve Fingers: XII. March and score-studying third systems for Schoenberg Six Orchestral Songs: I. Natur and Kurt Weill String Quartet No. 1: I,
some of this over fine videos
with Harriet.
