book club happiness

 Suze, Heidi, Shelley and me for a deep and lively discussion of The Correspondent yesterday. The food was acceptable and the camaraderie impressive. Karen was at the protest (yay!) and Laurence is in Jaipur, India, but we four enjoyed the day immensely. 

vegetables anyone?

 Words you will seldom read here. I COOKED yesterday. The book club is meeting at my home today and I made a huge vegetarian stew/soup all afternoon and then did dishes and sheesh, what a lot of work. Tons of chopping and stirring and I actually remembered how to put the Cuisinart® together. It will all work out and the book (The Correspondent) will ensure a good discussion. Food is secondary, right?

BIGGER than ever

 The next NO KINGS protest march will be huge. And it should be huge after the outrage in Minneapolis. And L.A. And Chicago. And Venezuela. And Davos. And no, we do not want Greenland or Iceland. So time to plan and prepare and this is what democracy looks like. Again. Still.

dog sitting Birdie

 

Jen with two dogs is taking one dog (Charli) to the vet up in Sonoma and I am with Birdie this morning. You can see how adorable she is. Miniature Schnauzers are love bugs but high maintenance. The Bird had her breakfast and is now preparing for her morning nap. Nice weather, as you can see.

Farmhouse rerun

 Yesterday was the belated birthday celebration for Joe and we enjoyed a FEAST of Thai dishes sitting outside in the sunshine while talking about everyone and everything. The Farmhouse menu is just so lovely and colorful and our sinuses were clean by the time lunch was over. That fried chicken in the bottom left corner beats KFC, in case you were wondering.

dinner with Ozzie

 ...and Heidi, Rob and Lily from Denver. Here is Ozzie appreciating the scarf that Amy gave me about a year ago. Who knew? It was a VERY good paella dinner with lots of happy conversation with me thinking at some point, "so glad I'm not young anymore." Lily is 35, by the way. A lovely evening for all, for sure.

meanwhile, in Cally (Calli?)

 Thanks for the photos from yesterday, Blogmaid. I neglected to ask for your permission. It was gorgeous here in SF too, but these are Half Moon Bay pictures. I love the wild bright yellow sour grass and of course the ocean is always a constant source of awe. I just texted Sis in Maryland and she is safe and cozy. We always worry about power during these snow storms and this one seems particularly rough.

KAWS ~ who? what?

 The best part of yesterday was lunch with Bev at the first floor cafe as I am not exactly a fan of KAWS (not his real name) who is a graffiti artist and a big deal with teen agers. And that's OK, all the museums need new blood. SF Moma is still my favorite museum, maybe because I never worked there? There were roaming and appreciative young people but I snapped these two bottom photos when the rooms were empty. All in all, despite the "art", it was a very good day.

Potstickers in Pathetica

 The Blogmaid introduced us to Tam's many years ago and I like this restaurant because it is spacious and welcoming and the food is good. I took Ken the Car down to Pacifica yesterday to hit the bank, the post office, Walgreen's and Safeway. Easy parking with fresh ocean air about a block away. My reward for running all these tedious errands was pot stickers and won ton soup and good people watching at Tam's.

Korean drama series

 For some reason I really like Korean dramas and many are available these days. Pro Bono features a judge who is forced to become a Pro Bono lawyer and of course there is laughter, tears and lots of legal suspense. Oh, and "unlikely" romance ~ yes! On the Flix® and aka Kdrama.

we honor Husbando

 Annabelle and I sang Happy Birthday Dear Bill this morning after lighting a candle. Then we watched our embarrassing president as he addressed the European leaders in Switzerland. Dear Bill would be infuriated by this jerk who loves Putin and Hitler. Lordy...

back to 1987

 I rented 84 Charing Cross Road on Prime TV the other night because the story is a favorite of Virginia Evans, the author of The Correspondent, which I recently finished. I have a couple of friends who prefer old movies, but I like the new stuff so I don't do this very often. It is a sweet movie, tender. Anne Bancroft and Anthony Hopkins were excellent choices here, in my opinion.

Civil Rights Day

 A THOUGHT FOR TODAY:

Never, never be afraid to do what’s right, especially if the well-being of a person or animal is at stake. Society’s punishments are small compared to the wounds we inflict on our soul when we look the other way. -Martin Luther King Jr., civil-rights leader (15 Jan 1929-1968)

belated birthday celebration

 The Blogmaid wanted to see the Manet and Morisot exhibit out at the Legion for her 17-day-late bday commemoration so off we went to join a few thousand other people yesterday. But first a yummy lunch down at MY cafe and some good catch-up conversation. So nice of her to drive ~ a lovely day all around and a warm memory glow this morning.

Punjab? Pho?

 I've walked by this restaurant up on 24th Street a million times but yesterday the pho sign beckoned me. Punjab is large and eclectic with Chinese, Vietnamese and no Indian food, to my knowledge. The pho was hearty and reasonably priced and the service everso nice. Punjab has been in my nabe forever and I'm glad I belatedly discovered it yesterday on my walk. I will return.

almost hooked

 I watched one episode of Seven Dials last night and found it just pretty good. Helena Bonham Carter (not pictured) has never looked better, in my opinion. I will try again tonight. Beats watching ICE goons.

from the howl where we begin

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Amanda Gorman

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For Renee Nicole Good Killed by I.C.E. on January 7, 2026 by Amanda Gorman They say she is no more, That there her absence roars, Blood-blown like a rose. Iced wheels flinched & froze. Now, bare riot of candles, Dark fury of flowers, Pure howling of hymns. If for us she arose, Somewhere, in the pitched deep of our grief, Crouches our power, The howl where we begin, Straining upon the edge of the crooked crater Of the worst of what we’ve been. Change is only possible, & all the greater, When the labour & bitter anger of our neighbors Is moved by the love  & better angels of our nature. What they call death & void, We know is breath & voice;  In the end, gorgeously,  Endures our enormity.  You could believe departed to be the dawn When the blank night has so long stood. But our bright-fled angels will never be fully gone, When they forever are so fiercely Good.

morning productivity issue

 Some mornings my constant companion does not want me to use my MsBook Air, as you can see in the bottom photo. Then she relents reluctantly, top photo. We work things out, bur Annabelle rules.

ah, the irony

 The orange demented monster is hell bent on protecting the people who protest in Iran. Meanwhile the protesters in his own country are considered commie antifa scum. Sorrow. Anger. 

another WIN

 Meredith, Nicole and Heidi joined Annabelle and me to watch Nikki Glaser successfully host another Golden Globes last night. Pizza and salad and a few good laughs. And this was after the 49ers beat the Eagles. A lot to celebrate yesterday.