Beginning again
At halfway through my 7th decade of existence, another transition is at hand. These things seem to be getting easier, but I think that's the norm, yes? Even though the practical realities are daunting enough, I think I've learned—through hard-earned experience—that equanimity is key, and one simply does not have to worry about what cannot be controlled or determined. Life is provisional enough, and things are malleable (not least of which is one's propensity to act with mindfulness and tranquility), such that the belief that all will be well in the end is... well, real. ::chuckle::
My afternoon constitutional took me through North Beach, up Telegraph Hill, then down to the Embarcadero. It began to rain, so I found myself hustling down to the Embarcadero BART, catching the outbound to 24th Street Mission, where I was greeted with clearing skies. There, I got an early dinner at Rosamunde's Bar & Grill, enjoying an andouille sausage hotdog and a Belgian beer, catching a bit of the Warriors/Grizzlies game. A consequential tilt, which the Dubs won heading away by 9 at the end.
On the way to Mitchell's Ice Cream, I saw someone's small living room gallery, with some surreal concatenations of found or dismembered objects. I thought at first of accompanying one of them here on this post, but thought better of it and instead found this bit of flora from one of those fantastic garden stairs at Telegraph Hill. So starts this place...
