It’s hot here. Really hot.
I’d been warned. “You don’t know what hot is.”
My airy response: “You don’t know what hot is when it’s also humid.” Because it gets hot at home, but the air is also so heavy with moisture that you can breathe water.
The humidity here is mostly pretty low. No rain in sight, [...]
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I hate shopping for clothes.
I’ve known that for a long time. It used to be my main problem was length of pants. I’m six feet tall, and for a woman, until a handful of years ago, that meant short pants. Highwaters. One reason I won’t wear capris — I’m finally able to find tall [...]
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You ever sit back and think, wow, I misjudged someone?
Yeah. I do that. Without getting into details, I’ve found that I usually miss out on a few friends or acquaintances, until it’s too late.
Life is full of misunderstanding, miscommunication. Of being too busy to talk or say more than hello.
I don’t know how I’m going [...]
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Got it into my head that since I’d missed out on Glacier Point my two previous trips to Yosemite, that it’d be worth the drive just for that.
And it was.
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As always, I enjoy exploring this state. It’s apparently a local saying that the best thing about Fresno is its proximity to other places. I don’t think that’s entirely true. I like this city, but I like exploring other places. And though I live within driving distance of a lot of cool things, the driving [...]
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Sun is shining gloriously in a city that mercurially seems to turn to fog and cloud at the drop of a hat.
We sit on a patch of grass in the shade at a park near North Beach, San Francisco. Others have grabbed their own little islands of solitude and watching.
Some sleep in the sunshine. Others [...]
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I’ve never been so astonished by a child’s temper tantrum in public as by a little girl’s performance the other night.
I was in San Francisco, having dinner at a Japanese restaurant. The sort of one you embarrassedly have to ask for a fork at. (Though I valiantly attempted to use chopsticks until I realized I [...]
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