Yesterday Ginger moved into her new condo on Sutter Street. This is
such good news because although quiet and (ahem) pleasant, her home
in Pleasanton was in the cultural wasteland of suburbia. As one ages one
needs more, not less, mental stimulation. That is our opinion. Bill would
rejoice today, and so I do for both of us. We are a quick bus trip away
from each other although this morning I will drive as she will have
errands to run. Ginger is selling her car and has already sold her home
in un-Pleasanton and she is a city woman again. Hooray, hooray.