[I wake this morning with a hairdo Jake refers to as “the fluff head”. I am drinking the coffee and taking down the in-apartment laundry line, the clothes recently dry from yesterday’s tango a tub full of soapy water. Outside, the sun is creeping sleepily over the neighboring buildings, their windows reflecting in patchwork ghost shapes onto opposing walls, the ivy busy crawling up fire-escapes and over chain-link fences. Cars and buses swim by, passengers commuting to different places of employment and distraction. My own bearded bro has been at work for nineteen minutes– his absence felt because the house is quiet and his bike is missing. Soon I will board a train bound for Libby Cross, and her fancy new Manhattan life. Events are so pleasant, it’s unreal.]
Okay, re-group…Mormor’s house!
Mormor is Jake’s grandmother, and she is a cat lady in the most delightful definition of the word. After Pacific Grove we spent about five days staying at her house in Oakland, taking the train into San Fransisco by day, eating dinner/doing crosswords/watching Sherlock Holmes on PBS by night. Here are the images that represent these pleasant days.