Escapism

This was taken from our hotel room on the 12th floor, at about 8 p.m. A massive group of bicyclists went by. We guessed there were about 500-1000 on racing bikes. I was imagining it had something to do with Tour of California, but am not certain of that. It looks like the riders would have been closer to Southern California on that date.

Though you can't see the actual cyclists, they're those swirly, colorful neon things in the photo. Youngest daughter took it. That's a pool, about six floors below us. A bit chilly for an outdoor swim. We did see one pair of kids jump in and right back out.

My long and lean son checks out the art. Those are 78 records with mannequin's hands.


Older daughter* and a painting by Charles Demuth.

(Yes, Z... I did note the match in this color scheme, and it makes complete sense
that you did too!)



"Penelope" in buttery-looking marble. My bro is snapping his own photos, to the right. Older daughter in the background.




The girls and I left town on Friday, for a quick visit to San Francisco. It felt excellent, escaping.
We patronized the Holiday Inn on Van Ness Avenue, and played tourist. Something about my hometown always soothes me, despite it's frenetic pace.

On Saturday, we picked up my son at his place. It felt so damn good to see his face again. The four of us then headed over to my Aiko Bro's apartment, and we spent a few hours at the
de Young Museum. Older daughter and I had visited previously, but younger daughter and the son hadn't seen it yet. My dear brother is a museum member, so he has been there many times, and is the best tour guide ever. It was a splendid afternoon.

Afterwards, we stopped and picked up french bread, salami, smoked turkey, assorted cheeses, olives, and fruit, to take back to bro's house. This made for a delicious late lunch, and the adults shared a bottle of bubbly. Both my bro and his sweetheart were gracious hosts, like they always are. I love them more than words can tell.

After our luncheon and visit we took my son back to his apartment. The girls and I then headed north across the Golden Gate Bridge, toward home. The break was just what we needed, and the man was glad to welcome us all home. He gets lonesome, especially without his feline pal.


More pictures forthcoming, when my brother-friend sends some. His camera's quality far exceeds mine, and he got some great shots of all three of my children and the art.
In other news, Obama had a great turnout at a rally in Austin the other day. And shrub is still the president.