SIP FWP

I have run out of cream.

(But I always use the fun scissors when I need to shift the filter from pot- to mug-size.)

Mendocino

As she filled my travel cup, the Mendocino waitress slipped and shifted through a double-handful of funky dance moves and then, after collecting my cash, closed the till with an eloquent twitch of her hips.  All for her own obvious delight in the music coming out of the speakers.  I wish I’d paid some attention to the tune.

CUPPA-JOE

How many of you are like me--in that you buy more coffee than you actually drink?

That is, I will buy this cup and that cup (in my personal travel mug, of course) that I never quite finish.
Sometimes I've barely sipped from the cup I need to dump out for the next cup.

Still, if I didn't have that new cup of joe in hand, I'd be less relaxed, less happy, less able to focus on the next thing.

Excursion: Road, Water, Road

Berkeley Workout

Double Trouble II

The cashier at Philz told me I was a dead ringer for her uncle.  His name is Mark Wahlberg, but not that Mark Wahlberg.  I'm still reeling that (once again) I'm not unique.

(My own mother once told me she'd seen my double at the grocery store.)

Respite in York: Two Views

The ruined tower outside.

The comfort inside.

I'd caught that sore throat on the plane from Frankfurt, and so needed a respite from walking York's stone walls . . . .

Boats and Gear

Holiday Commuting

Portal to White Gulch, Tomales Bay.

The coffee helped; first time on board.  Thanks, JP.

 Bright day; cold morning.
One-piece 5mm wetsuit; thick wool sweater; squid lid at ready; Peruvian stocking cap (from my friend MR): never got cold, but never got overheated either.  A chill last day of 2014.

Old School

"Someone . . . reading a book . . . ."

--the voice almost disbelieving, wistful--

Pt. Richmond passerby's observation as I sat at a sidewalk table drinking coffee and reading an old, worn, thick paperback this morning.

This is that book, but I wasn't drinking whiskey then.
Old Friends.

Images of a Day (The Slow Version)

Coffee out at the Point: sailing school weather, bright skies and light airs.

Summer's recommended reading: Homer's Iliad!

Garage art: the clay bits are mine.

I'm still getting over another round of illness--sore throat, cough, headaches, body aches, whatever--so the day has been a slow one with a coffee jaunt followed by garage-time, by old projects and new projects.

Old school depth gauge; fishing gear.

Salvage work: the larger 'blue boat'.

Photocopied art from Classical Greece: inspiration while using the old rowing machine.

Photocopied art from Classical Greece II: inspiration for sculpting heads.

Garage art: inspiration from Ayrton and Weil.

Waterhouse's "The Siren", I think.

Old wall-fish: stoneware; blue glazing.

Fresh whale: air-dry clay, first attempt/use.

Mermaid (rough): air-dry clay.