Long drive to Redwood City and back today during rush hour traffic. This time I was the passenger and spend time looking at the green hills, the rushing traffic, the mustard flowers on the side of the road.

I don't know, I think I like being the driver more. I like to have a sense of control over the car.

the day started out sunny and by mid morning cold clouds came in and stayed. Lay on the couch to read after lunch and drifted off to sleep. What a lovely feeling.

On my early morning walk along the waterfront this morning I saw a group of preschool little kids in miniature wheelchairs wheeling themselves around under the watchful eyes and hands of caretakers. One little girl was using a walker to push herself around. I stood by the maritime museum wall and struggled not to cry at the burst of energetic activity by these kids.

Just finished RUN by Ann Patchett, a compelling fiction book about family life, race, life and death. She is such a good writer.

A Peet's coffee house opened downtown Monterey. I went there this morning, not because I like coffee, mostly coffee irritates my gut unless I add lots of sugar and milk. But it's the noise, conversations, movement of people and the possibility of seeing someone I know or should know. Also I see people I know and don't want to talk to.

This morning I left quickly after spotting someone I didn't want to talk to. I am embarrassed about my lack of courage to just say hello and let what happens happen. Maybe next time.

More flowers everywhere.

Herons are hanging out at the rookery, more arriving each day.

Sitting at the red stop light at the corner of Pacific and Martin, many cars waiting to move, turn. The blast of a siren and horn as a fire truck barrels down the road right through the red light. What courage to go through the red light in the middle of traffic.

One man, cell phone to his ear was annoyed that he could not turn on his green light. The rest of us looked up the hill to see if it was our house on fire. Couldn't see smoke from my side of the hill so I went on Whole Foods to shop.

Went to an inter faith study group tonight. We sat around a group of four tables arranged in a square. I took off my jacket and I didn't know where to put it so I wouldn't loose it.

First I had it on my lap and then I put it on the table next to me. It had to remain in sight or I knew I would forget it. Other people seemed to put their jackets on the backs of their chairs, or on the floor, I just didn't trust my memory.

The talk was inspiring and I left with my jacket, Hurray.

Saturday morning on the waterfront. Outrigger club is gathering, two long outrigger boats are pulled near the water. The crew stands in a circle. I can't tell what they are doing. Later walking back from the wharf I hear their shouts and grunts glide over the water as they pull their paddles through the water.

In the plaza a 40 foot tall banquet hall tent is being taken down by a large crew of strong men. Piles of tent cloths, rigging, poles, cranes and lumber are scattered over the plaza. To the side a solitary woman in a security guard uniform protects the site. We nod and smile at each other while we watch these men work hard.