Anna came home to go to Sarah’s wedding. It was the weekend of art by the falls, and the weather was brilliant. Sunny, hot, and not stormy. The artists sold well, a profitable day for all. Pete walked down to the park, and by himself! Yes, he gains strength and confidence daily. Anna and I drove up to Chautauqua. We talked. Apparently the new post doc situation might last for five years….boohoo. By then Pete will be 80! She enjoyed the wedding day/party, and I spent time with Fran and Jim. On the Sunday we shopped, and walked and Anna ran through her presentation. We heard a lot of new scientific terms, and even understood a few of them. The whole weekend was great but finished with a five hour delay of her flight. She reached SF in time to work, and I am now recording my every move with a new Fitbit.
We are watching the basketball finals, Cleveland versus Golden State. We have a divided house. After she left it started raining, and so now we are watching the basement. Pete plugged the outlet to broken storm drains, and I cut a drainage channel from the stone patio. The lower floor so far is dry, but this was the start of a far wetter than normal season.
Biddy arrived in an anxious state. Her life is in chaos. We all flew to SF, to an airrbnb in Bernal Heights. It was super clean. Perfect. We drove easily in the area south of the congested city centre which we see from our balcony. We spent our first day in the sun at Stanford, and then had a champagne and spiraled zoodles dinner with Anna, who ran through her presentation for the last time. On the the morning of Anna’s presentation, at midday Biddy was still in PJs and seriously out of sorts. I suggested she thought about why she was here. She seems to have forgiven me! With Biddy in a much better frame of mind we drove over to Gladstone. In the tiered auditorium Yadong introduced Anna, and then she gave a most brilliant flawless talk, super well attended, and she was funny. Made us proud. She is now a doctor .
We all had drinks in the local bar where we watched the Cavs get demolished. It didn’t spoil the perfect day at all. And then to add to our good news, we got a reasonable offer for our place in AZ. It didn’t take us long to agree to go for it. We’ll do the paperwork tomorrow. Only Anna doesn’t really approve the sale. She is horrified that we are thinking of living in Florida.
She gave Pete a marvelous tour of her old and new lab, the Sandler Neurosciences Center. He loved it. We drove over the Bay Bridge to Alameda for lunch and a visit to the beach, to the Victorians homes, to Tucker’s for icecream and to a distillery for wine, all in the sunshine, while the fog hung over the inner sunset.
We had an afghan dinner with Anna’s friends, Tali, Allie, Linsey and Yaisa, and on our final day we drove to the top of the hill above 412 Pioche st. The view was awesome from McClaren park. The dogs love it too.
We watched hang gliders at Funston, lunched at the Java Cafe, walked Ocean beach and saw the Golden Gate from the cliffs.
Anna came over for a quiet evening dinner and we talked. What an awesome five days. We love San Francisco, and didn’t even mind that we had to wait while Airforce One with Obama took our slot in the departing lineup.