A word before I hit the road again

I've been away from home most of this month. Having fun but longing, underneath it all, for the steady rhythms of home. Bill and I just returned from 4 days in San Francisco visiting Willie. We walked miles between hotel and museum and restaurant and our aching legs revealed the difference between a San Francisco hill and our gentler Flint Hills version. It was a perfectly balanced trip of time just hanging with Willie, time with old friends (one of mine and one of Bill's), great meals (chinese, japanese, middle eastern, all the stuff we don't get around here), and art at the deYoung and SF MOMA. A highlight was the Quilts of Gee's Bend. Go out of your way to see these quilts made by a community of black women in Alabama between the 1930s and today.

Pepper was thrilled to have us home. She did her happy dance and licked my face and begged Bill for potato chips.