Rich and intensive day yesterday: drove across Sears Highway, along the upper bay mud flats and bird sanctuaries, followed the Petaluma River northeast. Arrived at a wonderful little Taverna (Papa's) for a long visit with several good ol' close friends from college days. Returned later in the evening to Berkeley and the chatter of young college girls from NYC who had gathered over the weekend to attend the funeral of a classmate, just engaged to be married, and who had died the week earlier of an overdose of heroin. Age 24, exodus from youth according to epidemiological studies? Drugs, exodus of immortals according to death reports. REminded me of the sixties and the summer of love, and felt my brain begin to sizzle in the cross currents of youthfull communication.
Still nursing a headache after the intensity of the day...coupled with my inability (age, hearing defect, lack of adequate references allergies and perhaps a glass to much) to integrate and process young female chatter ... which also made it difficult to make sense of bananagrams.
Today's competence development exercise: PALE + MUD = GEM, or better yet, don't try to swallow more than you can chew...
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