not an April Fool's joke

 The Blogmaid felt this relatively strong (4.6 magnitude) earthquake but Annabelle and I didn't. Or maybe she did, and just doesn't want to talk about it. This one was centered in the Santa Cruz Mountains and residents down there felt a strong jolt. Somehow, compared to Trump, this seems mild to me.

hers was not an easy life

 For some reason I really like this Andrea Gibson poem above, even though it is not the one I will be "presenting" at book club in a few weeks. That one is entitled How the Worst Day of My Life Became the Best. I  have printed it out and am reading it aloud to get the full benefit. 

next book club = poetry!

 A couple of us were recently intrigued with the poet Andrea Gibson who died in 2025. There is a documentary about her (Come See Me in the Good Light) which we will watch after dinner and after a bit of reviewing of some of Andrea's work. I have been enjoying her poetry in this used book I bought, Pole Dancing to Gospel Hymns. I will share a poem or two here later. That's a promise.

needles and pins

 Yes and hooray for acupuncture! After an internet breakdown (NOT my fault) this morning I found that my scheduled appointment with Dr. Sparrow and this ancient medical practice solved all sorts of physical and emotional upheavals. Soothing.

my life as a LANDLADY

 Time for you to meet Aristote (Ari) from Paris. So far, so good. Most of the neighbors have met him now and yesterday I suggested that he bike over to the Ramp and he loved that spot. Ari's English is terrific and really I am adapting to this situation way better than I thought I would. He works a few blocks away at a tech start-up and yesterday Annabelle finally warmed up to him. My life has changed in a week. Amazing.

No Kings. No Dictators.

 Cute sign thanks to Barb! We stood, we walked, we chanted. Terri, Suze, Heidi, Barb and I took BART to Market Street where we eventually met granddaughter Samantha and Luke. After marching for an hour or so we were ready for home. It's always good to see that we are NOT alone and there will me more protests because Trump is totally ruining this country. A demented and dangerous jerk. 

coffee in the Grove

 Check out the wisteria in the bottom photo! Yesterday Pat Snyder and I discussed EVERYTHING and more in her beautiful Grove with totally perfect Spring weather. Today we protest in No Kings but yesterday was peaceful and necessary for my soul.