With Harriet driving, we succeed in making it to Jill Wagoner's Christmas fest,
heading
down
I-80,
as is so usual, but yet never so, on a beautiful (neverthless ominous, since this is shaking up to be perhaps the driest January-December ever) Saturday, when so much of the country, from
Southeastern Pennsylvania to the
3,000-or-so-foot-level of Southern Sierra, is socked in.
Check out the
construction
in
Jameson
Canyon,
lateral
across
Napa
Valley,
across
the
River,
ascending
through
the
Carneros
District
to
the
Border
over
the
Mayacamas
Divide
into
Sonoma,
onto the
Road past
Arrowhead
Mountain's
progressive
palms
and
hippies,
across 12,
blitzing Leveroni to
Arnold (new controversial traffic circle) and
up through the
formerly-known-as-
State-Hospital,
to
greater
Glen
Ellen
and
beyond.
A
very congenial get-together --
singers and teachers, most of the food and drink consumable in the present state, trying-but-not-succeeding (of course) in limiting discourse,
before
reversing
post-
haste
in
uncertain
light and
limited time.
Evening videos
and composition re page 11 The Decameron - Fouth Day: II, plus more Opus 12 work, feeling progressively better, but not perfect. As if ever...
