Saturday, October 15, 2005
"Home again, home again, riggety jig"
... as my DOD used to say. We're back. Aunti K's departure included a bit of excitement, more than enough to wake us up after the red-eye flight back.

This morning we walked over to the Ferry Building after breakfast for his nibs' loaf of sour batard and a bag of sour croutons from Acme Bread and for some vegetables.

I scored a bag full of tomatoes from the heirloom tomato lady -- a few of these, a couple of those, some for salads, some for eating with the fresh basil that's overwhelming my pots up on the deck -- yellow, lemon, red, purple, orange -- plus assorted shapes and colors of peppers.

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Bertold Brecht:   
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.

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