We were doing the fantasy planning again. My feeling is it’s somewhat healthy. No tickets have been purchased for anywhere but we look. London and possibly Lisbon in the fall and of course, in this alternate reality, there will be London theatre in full swing. Why not?
Otherwise, Monday’s raindrops ended in a brief interlude of sunshine before giving up to the night. My work from home day is not even much of a memory. It was a tap-dancing blur of coffee-infused purchases of many items of interest to a certain pet hospital. The fiery tapping of computer keyboard keys was in direct competition with the raindrops on the window. It was Gregory Hines and Mikhail Baryshnikov tapping away in that silly movie they did. The coffee was great for focusing my direction away from celluloid flops to chewable Rimadyl.
When I logged off, the rain was also done and I was able to take my own pooch around to the park. She tugged a bit, not liking the fact that the previous weather had kept her from the outside world. She is not a lover of the rain. Luna loves comfort but also a daily adventure. We try to give her a good mix.
In what was a super quiet weekend we took her to South San Francisco to see the giant Music Harp. It was a different place so Luna had plenty to smell. The humans liked it as well. It is a giant metallic harp that, when it’s windy, a music-like sound emanates from it.
Garry has been out west longer than I have but he had never heard of it either. We found it on a website called Atlas Obscura, a good resource for unique little spots in different areas.
Otherwise, we re-engaged with our ongoing battle on Saturday vs the weeds outback, it’s a never-ending battle with few plant casualties as possible.
The Beard and the Cap 