City day
This morning Steve and I left Youngest Daughter, 3 dogs, 6 chickens and 1 cat and headed to the de Young Museum in San Francisco. There we surrounded ourselves with the post-impressionist masterpieces from the Musée d'Orsay which included, OMG, Starry Night and all the others you've seen in books forever. San Francisco is proud - the de Young is the only North American museum to host this exhibition.
Later we lunched at Bill's Place on Clement Street, an oldie haunt from our own past, say, 30 years ago. The waitress greeted us with a cheerful, "How about those Giants?" and we could only agree.
This was one of the few days when I experienced a twinge from the past and sort of wish we still lived in San Francisco, as though our eleven years there wasn't enough. But then we came home to Youngest Daughter, 3 dogs, 6 chickens (who produced two eggs in our absence) and 1 cat and thought, naw, having San Francisco just one hour away, that's good enough.
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