Everybody apologizes for the weather here, weather that the residents of Seattle sign up to live in for most of the year. It rained, but not much, and it was cold enough to make a convertible embarrassing but not inhospitable.
My only goal with this vacation is to do one memorable thing each day. Everything around that is extra - time with a book, time driving and listening to albums, time waiting in line at the market (six feet apart). Today was mostly extra, reading and laying imitation wood on a patio. The two diversions were a walk with Chris and a walk in Griffith Park.
Latter didn’t pay off, when clouds blotted out the sunset and when a crack in the pavement sent me flying on my elbow. Former did, with Chris pointing us to a vegan place where I could get a mole quinoa bowl and transform into a cliche on the walk to Echo Park. He took me on an uphill walk, pointed out the house from “Charmed,” and left me at a book store where I bought “Los Angeles: The Architecture of Four Ecologies” and a book about the local socialists trying to stop the Olympic game host campaign.