Are we falling or flying …

I’m back in the Great Northwet - and no, that wasn’t a typo, it’s raining here. 

While it’s nice to be back in my house, it’s also really nice to be able to reconnect with friends.

Leslie and I didn’t make it up to the cabin after all; but Plan B was possibly even better - we bummed around the SF for a bit, headed back to the South Bay for a bit shopping, then spent the rest of the time at back at the Ranch and enjoyed several hours of house renovation as well as technology discussions with Ben.

I know - imagine me having any interest at all in either of those topics.  Surprise…!

Eventually we piled into Ben’s car to drive to Willow Glen to pick up dinner from a sort of dive restaurant there; I’ll ping Leslie for the name and will then post here - since they serve really awesome Mediteranean food you might want to try yourself.

Willow Glen was new to me, but I was taken in by its charm.  I was surprised to discover that interesting of a neighborhood within the San Jose city limits.  Occasionally I toy with the idea of moving to the Bay area but never really seriously consider doing so due to housing prices, etc. - but I’m going to really check out Willow Glen again during my next trip south.

Leslie and I then spent more hours on their deck, watching the stars and talking through life and all the pieces that go with it.  Ben popped in and out in several times in between his trips to his new office building since he couldn’t wait until Monday to set up his workstation, etc. However, the construction crew was still hard at work Saturday night… go figure.

Eventually, we headed into the den to watch a couple of movies on dvd while also doing fun art projects (yes, really!).   Leslie is really getting into scrapbooking; and I’m finally ready to get back into making traditional miniature quilts, which combine my interest in history and design; and the smaller size and scope allow me to see progress/success quickly enough to keep me motivated for more…

 “Days up and down they come
Like rain on a conga drum
Forget most, remember some
But don’t turn none away
Everything is not enough,
And nothing is too much to bear
Where you’ve been is good and gone
All you keep is the getting there
Well, to live’s to fly, both low and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes.”

                    - Townes van Zandt