CW Nevius points out in his column in the Chronicle today that the protesters in SF yesterday did it "right." They were organized and effective.
Check it out: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/03/20/MNVLVMQO7.DTL
We had dinner Tuesday night at Nick's Cove in Marshall. It is an experience I recommend. It is built to blend in as a restaurant along the bay in the 50's and the food is magnificent and local and I am ready to drive right back out there and I won't, but I am sitting with the memories and thinking of the taste of the oysters from Tomales Bay, and their beautiful shells.
I am surprised at how huge our house seems. Our house is very small by today's standards, but the little teapot we stayed in, in Inverness was so tiny, that the bathroom made an airplane bathroom seem spacious, and, as I said, the shower was outside, exposed to the view and anyone that might have been wandering the marsh, which is rare indeed so all was fine, and it was like bathing like a bird.
Anyway, I did some reading out there, but mainly I sat enmeshed in the view.
Charles Schultz wrote this:
"My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I am happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?"
In West Marin, the question answers. One is drawn outside, immersed in the tides, held there like an oyster, and there is peace.
Tiger and Bella are grateful we are back and very appreciative of the return of their staff.
I am here and I am there. I am still rocking to the waves as they come into and massage the beach, then, retreat, then, come again. The tides go in and out, and the moon plays with them like a kite.