At the Casa Madrona

Spent an hour or so in the courtyard, chatting with neighbors.

S.A. beat cancer 15 years ago; she's a fountain of helpful, thoughtful advice and a good source of weed.

Ian is working on his PhD. thesis on a subject I can almost understand. He's building climate models and he's full of energy and enthusiasm and good humor.

S.C. was my Dad's oncology nurse a few years ago. Now he's hit a rough patch and just wants to sit and talk about basketball.

O stopped by for a few minutes. She's pushing 15 and knocking the world around the soccer field.

Martin bummed a smoke and talked about his mother in Ireland.

Priya sat for a while and shared her plans for a small herb garden.

Annie asked to borrow a potato masher.

I'm a secular humanist. Beat that.