Weather

I got an e-mail from Rich Olyott today asking me what the weather has been like here. Well, today is warm and sunny; a blue, cloudless sky. It is the kind of weather that I think we are fortunate to have on a good summer’s day in Scotland. The temperature is maybe around 60-65 degrees F — not roasting, but pleasant. I’ve been walking around in jeans, a t-shirt and sometimes a jumper. No need for my fleece or rain-proof jacket. Yet. That’ll come in Seattle, I can be sure of it!

Jane sent me a text the other day to say that she, however, is frozen in Menlo Park; walking around like the Michelin Woman, wrapped in every piece of warm clothing in her rucksack. The mornings here (in Healdsburg) have been foggy, giving way to a warmer, sunnier day. I’m not sure how things have been further south, around the Bay Area. I expect that it will be cooler there, and a little foggier.

Love and Haight in San Francisco

I love San Francisco! Char drove me down to the city this afternoon; and a more perfect afternoon you could not hope for. When we rode across the Golden Gate Bridge the sun was shining, there was a very light breeze and the sky was a deep blue. This is what California is all about; this is The Sunshine State ©.

I arrived at Robert and Nicola’s guesthouse on Pacific Avenue around 2:30pm; Zack came out to meet us (I’d called, a little lost). The place is fantastic — we got a brief tour of the main house too, which has an incredible view of the bay area; almost as though Robert and Nicola had been given a checklist of landmarks they wanted included in their View ™: Golden Gate Bridge, Coit Tower, Alcatraz, Treasure Island, er… that Roman-looking building at the Marina, the Bay Bridge, the Russian Embassy across the road.

I took a ride in a red VW (with faulty brakes, in a city with steep, steep hills) with Zack, to a hi-fi shop (which didn’t sell the Bose headphones he wanted; which didn’t sell the Bose headphones I wanted). We ended up on Haight Street (am I spelling that correctly?) at Amoeba Records, a second-hand record store situated in a former bowling alley. It sells EVERYTHING, new or used. They didn’t have what I wanted. I got stuff anyway.

What the evening holds, I dunno! I need to text Jane with a 200-character review of the house. Then, who knows?!

Weather

I got an e-mail from Rich Olyott today asking me what the weather has been like here. Well, today is warm and sunny; a blue, cloudless sky. It is the kind of weather that I think we are fortunate to have on a good summer’s day in Scotland. The temperature is maybe around 60-65 degrees F — not roasting, but pleasant. I’ve been walking around in jeans, a t-shirt and sometimes a jumper. No need for my fleece or rain-proof jacket. Yet. That’ll come in Seattle, I can be sure of it!

Jane sent me a text the other day to say that she, however, is frozen in Menlo Park; walking around like the Michelin Woman, wrapped in every piece of warm clothing in her rucksack. The mornings here (in Healdsburg) have been foggy, giving way to a warmer, sunnier day. I’m not sure how things have been further south, around the Bay Area. I expect that it will be cooler there, and a little foggier.

Mall Rat

Not much to report about today. Char and I travelled south to Santa Rosa this morning. Dropping me off at a shopping mall Char sped off to take care of some appointments and messages, while I wandered around a sleepy mall as it was in the process of waking up after a long weekend (yesterday was Martin Luther King Day, and a public holiday).

There were NO bookshops!

There were a couple of record stores, however. I picked up a couple of t-shirts, and a handful of CDs, including the remixed version of Megadeth’s first album (now sounding phenomenal), Testament The Gathering, Danzig 4, Kings X, Eddie Izzard and a string quartet playing Iron Maiden songs.

Picked up by Char; lunch in a window-less restaurant (!) called The Nutty Irishman (indeed!); shopping for tomorrow’s breakfast at Raley’s and then home for an afternoon nap. (That’s right! I am living the fast-paced highlife here in CA.)

No news from Jane though. I got a text from her late last night (Monday) to say that she had gone out to a bar after the evening session and that she was now beginning to get into the course. Either that or she was drowning her sorrows in alcohol. I guess I’ll find out on Thursday afternoon when we meet up again in San Francisco.