Another Few Days of Abnormalcy

I spent last night in SF. 


Beth was away for two days, taking care of a loved one who just had surgery. I spent the morning tending to the boat. I had lunch with my brother Mike at Iysare in Berkeley. We sat at an outside table. It was the first time I had eaten at a restaurant since March 15th, when I had dinner with Thomas at Sorella. 

[I don't know how to put in a footnote - I'll just do it like this - I remember well, the meal at Sorella. The pandemic had just gotten everyone's notice. We tried to keep a bit of distance. No one wore masks. Thomas took a picture of the rooster pitcher, our Chianti came in, 


and sent it to Sigfried, his brother in law in Germany. I can't remember why. I hope Siggy and Gigi (Thomas' sister) are doing well.]

It felt a little surreal at Iyasare, eating outside, being served by someone with a mask. The food was excellent. Beth is too cautious to eat at a restaurant right now. I had been dying to eat out. I don't think we took any undue risks. It felt safe.

I got up to date on all my puzzles. I am currently on a 112 day consecutive streak solving the NYT crossword. Ferg makes me feel like a piker. He is on a 236 day streak. 

After all my blathering about poison oak last blog, I think I got some on the top of my right hand. I have no idea how. It kept me up last night. I refuse to scratch it. I have PTSD.

I had hoped to fish today with Greg. He decided to fish tomorrow instead. I passed, so that I could spend time with Beth, after two days apart.

Mark Lillge contacted me about going on a bike ride instead. I took him up on his offer. We invited Meyer to join us. We met in Mill Valley for a shortened version of my MonsterTam ride. 35 Miles and 4000 feet of climbing. It was a cool summer day. Great for riding. I don't like riding in the heat. It got cold and foggy on top of Mt. Tam.





While riding up the coast, I noticed a lot of fishing boats at Duxbury Reef. We stopped for a few minutes to look for whales. Didn't see any.


At the end of the ride, we treated ourselves to Puerto Rican food from Sol Food. We rode up to the restaurant to get takeout. They would only deliver. So, we had it delivered to the bed of my pickup truck in the Safeway parking lot, and had a picnic.


the bear

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  1. Thomas LuehrsenJuly 23, 2020 at 8:40 AM

    Well done boys, on the bike ride! Delivery to the pickup truck—-LOL! (BTW, the rooster photo is for Sigi’s brother, who collects roosters.)

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