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desperanceFor those still waiting, agog: the plumber did come, eventually. At 5pm, when he'd been promised for 11am. He was very apologetic, though. Mostly in Japanese, which I, y'know. Don't speak. We almost did bowing, but I don't speak bow either.
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acanthusleaf came round, which was delightful; and so did K's elder godchildren plus one, and J too; and I was forbidden to cook, so there was pizza and wine and such. And I was tired then, and went to bed before K, and I'm not even sure I was awake when she came in.
And then I was awake at 3am, which was tiresome; and in and out of consciousness until 5.30, when I might as well get up, so I did. And caught the train with K at 8.00, but I abandoned her at San Bruno, to meet up withathenais instead. L and I spent the morning at the Hagiwara Japanese tea garden, taking and talking photographs and lifestories and such; then we walked a little in Golden Gate Park, and drove up to Twin Peaks and down into the city, where we met K for lunch at the Ferry building. (In a few months, this is going to be my city. Mine. I am still kinda subsumed in wonder over that.)
Now I'm home, and tired all over again. Gin, I think, is a reviver...?
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acanthusleaf came round, which was delightful; and so did K's elder godchildren plus one, and J too; and I was forbidden to cook, so there was pizza and wine and such. And I was tired then, and went to bed before K, and I'm not even sure I was awake when she came in.And then I was awake at 3am, which was tiresome; and in and out of consciousness until 5.30, when I might as well get up, so I did. And caught the train with K at 8.00, but I abandoned her at San Bruno, to meet up with
athenais instead. L and I spent the morning at the Hagiwara Japanese tea garden, taking and talking photographs and lifestories and such; then we walked a little in Golden Gate Park, and drove up to Twin Peaks and down into the city, where we met K for lunch at the Ferry building. (In a few months, this is going to be my city. Mine. I am still kinda subsumed in wonder over that.)Now I'm home, and tired all over again. Gin, I think, is a reviver...?