West, Once Again

Living out of a suitcase this week. All my displays and tools and inventory packed into the back of a rented Cobalt, along with stacks of granola bars, apples pilfered from the Echo Park Super 8, a pair of mud-caked Adidas and a various cords to various electronics which have kept Ang and I occupied as we drive East from LA, up through Yosemite, back West to San Fran, and -- come Monday -- back down to LA again.

Spent a few glorious days in Yosemite, floating down the river in raft, sipping a beer and eating blueberries. Swam in the most crystal clear lake I've ever encountered, ringed with a backdrop of mountains and pine trees. Hiked through trails dotted with wildflowers, melting patches of snow and gentle streams.

Now, we're reunited with Misha in SF. Drove up to Sonoma for wine tasting. Made use of her parent's washer and dryer to get our filthy laundry clean again. Ate Japanese food, then ice cream cones in the 50-degree weather which passes for "summer" in this city. Still, it's wonderful.

Tomorrow, out to Fort Mason for the second of two back-to-back weekends of West Coast craft shows. Looking forward to it. Despite the fact that by the end of the day, my knees are weeping in pain. Love selling in San Francisco.

Hey, it's a life....