Glorious, beautiful, warm day! Soft breeze, cloudless sky, t-shirt and sunscreen weather, made extra special by the crazy 90 mile-per-hour winds in Denver yesterday. My Ash Wednesday flight home was delayed two hours and I was dead tired. It was such a relief to see the orange-tinged horizon over the Bay and the Oakland Hills, and to feel suddenly warm under four layers of clothing. All I wanted last night was to get in pyjamas and crawl into bed, which is what happened after half an hour of Downton Abbey.
Oh, wonderful day! After lunch with sis at the Oakland Rudy’s Can’t Fail Cafe, a walk along the Marina reminded me how much I’ll miss this island city when we leave. The condos along that walk are one of only two condo sites in Alameda I’ve ever found interesting (being a single-detached-home type person), with its cherry-tree and weeping willow-lined moat and fountains, and its view of the hills and estuary.
I’ve donned capri pants, watered the plants, opened all the windows, and basically ignored everything I was supposed to do today. I may reserve energy to make lime curd later. That just might be the hallmark of feeling better.
This is one of those days that make me glad to be alive…to want to live longer…and better. Time for a bike ride 😉
If only the Hubs were home, I could drag him to the City or Point Reyes this weekend – museum and oysters, two of my favorite things!
(BTW, the title of this post is a Brit friend’s username on a forum I frequent. What’s in a name? Hope… springs eternal!)