harumph.
well, vacay is over, and before it quite was i had a nightmare that work had laid me off while i was away, so it was a relief to be back despite the inhospitable change in climate. the feeling of being home hit me when i was getting on the train to leave the airport and the security guy asked me completely unselfconsciously "hey beautiful, where you headed?" and when i said nj transit, "all right, mama, it's that way." although the frustration of interminable waiting on the g platform was also very familiar.
in brief, cally is wonderful and exciting and lovely and pleasantly temperate and full of friendly people. my last full day in san francisco felt like spring, say late april in new york.
oh bother it. i'm determined to feel grouchy about it for some reason, as though the trip was so nice that i need to criticise it in some way. "that weather was too springlike. springtime always gets me down. the whole time i was longing for the near-freezing temperatures and wintry mixes of my home turf." "the people in san francisco are too gosh-darn friendly. i scarcely did any solitary tramping around because everywhere i turned someone was making conversation or otherwise providing good company." "the palm trees and quaint houses clustered on verdant rolling hills everywhere were just tacky, and oranges growing on trees? really?"
when i get my temper back i'll post some pictures, including the Scary Undersea Mushrooms and the Carnivorous Oranges. in fact, i think all of my photos are of vegetable matter in one form or another.
adios, space cowboy.