And so again at an unintended interval.

Still struggling to find the time to learn to crochet to become my own hyperbolic artist. If only I'd known I would have insisted my grandmother teach me to knit along with all those other essential social skills I learned at her knee such as the nuances of lineage and snobbery in America. Amazing how a carefully managed mutt like state can permit Mayflower credentials for America's old families and for those oh so annoying French, Charlemagne. Oh to think what she could have done with ancestry.com when all that came from polite visits and studied reviews of ancient records. Too bad the Queen Mary didn't have frequent sailor points or what not. Not that her correspondence and friendship with Red Skeleton wasn't some kind of reward.

Since my failure to crochet, I have been doing my best to be social and art social.

Did a lovely drive down and around the coast with my dear friend Jan (publisher for Red Wheel Weiser). Hit some of the highlights and low lights and learned of Bonnie Doone's tasting room move to the middle of Santa Cruz and discover some new wines from the new tenant.

Also am developing a wonderful habit of Martini's and dinner with Minnette (though might get disrupted by a workshop.

I even finally managed to get to a Non Site event with the reward of re encountering old friends without any scene attitude or anxiety. What a delight!

Tonight a night off to pay bills and like, not such a delight.

But I persist in the delight of now and will continue as best I can to continue to make work and update this. I may need to breakdown and invest in technology...that being my way of paying the bills I know better than to buy it.