Friday, July 10, 2026

IT MAKES FOR INSULATION

Lunch yesterday, unsurprisingly, was dumplings. And, for a bit of heat, sliced bittermelon sautéed with chilies, garlic, and ground peanuts. It was delicious. Didn't bother leaving the house much. No need, and too darn cold. You know I hate hot weather, but the climate here presently is overcompensating. Oh my Nelly yes.

Fifty eight degrees, mostly sunny. With a cold wind from the ocean for much of the day.

Two jaunts outside with a pipe for a walk around the neighborhood. First one in the early morning of what felt like a bright winter day, with a cold breeze around the top of Nob Hill. After which I retired to the completely imaginary library (teevee and computer room) to huddle by a non-existent fireplace with a second cup of coffee. Second one late afternoon.
A-shirt, Tee-shirt, flannel shirt, an overgarment boasting of a fictitious football team, and overcoat. My feet felt like they were freezing. Should have worn two pairs of socks.


A sandblasted zulu Savinelli De Luxe filled with aged Virginias.


Actually, the teevee and computer room, like the entire rest of the apartment, is more or less a library. There are bookshelves in three rooms, book boxes in the hallway.
And an entire reference library under my bed.
Sadly, I do not have an encyclopaedia of bugs. Although before the internet that would have been a more grievous lack. Now I can find out everything I need to know about creepy crawlies on the computer. As well as many other subjects.


Homalodisca vitripennis, also know as the 'glassy winged sharpshooter', is a Southern gentlemen, like so many other pests. Probably, like Rhett Butler, lives on mint juleps.

Votes elsewhere than he alledgedly resides, because of marital issues.

Now being given a warm welcome in Northern California.
As a sudden visitor to our climes.
A new permanent resident.
Confound it all.



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