Oh sure, I could use up all my words just waxing rhapsodic on eating such delicious strawberries, as I had occaison to eat on Saturday, and again on Sunday morning, with Challah French toast.. I bought a flat of them at a farm, and in case you don't know what a flat is, it is a lot.

These were fresh out of the ground, fully organic and warmed by the sun. And sweet as can be. Lately, I have heard two people say they don't buy organic food and I think the organic you get in supermarkets may be healthier, but its not like fresh out of the ground fruit. Or off the tree. To put these strawberries in context, this was up in Petaluma, shortly after our excursion with Stan and Selma to Boedega Bay, which, I was told, was the Maine of San Francisco. Not quite Maine, but sort of like Cape Cod. We went out to this high rocky cliff area with wildflowers growing on it, and there is a path along the edge you can walk on. It is beautiful, and the cliffs at some points are like 700 feet high. On the way back, some dolphins were jumping out of the water, which was pretty sweet. Apparently, if you come there in December you can see the whales migrating.

Back at Stan and Selma's house, they had quite a few lemons on their lemon tree in their backyard garden, and I kind of wished I had a lemon tree. I do have some tiny carrots in my office, that I grew in a flower pot. But it's not the same. Plus my carrots are like a half inch long.

Speaking of things which are similar, but not the same, all down this main street in Petaluma called Petaluma Parkway or something, they have just put up new houses, which, like many new things, look kind of cheaply made and disposable, even though I am sure that they cost a fortune, since houses cost a fortune everywhere here. But running along the road is this wall, that runs for like five miles, and it looks like it is from an old estate, with ivy on it and a kind of pilastered top. Much to my surprise, I was told that it is made of styrofoam and rebar, covered with concrete stucco. You'd never know.

That night, we went to a writer's party where a bunch of writers were hanging out making small talk. zz Packer was there, who spells her first name with no punctuation and with lower case, which is annoying, but she has really gotten a lot of press for her latest, and I think her only, book. They had a beautiful old typewriter there, which I used to have one of but no longer possess.

To cap off the weekend, we went to a Giant's game in Pac Bell stadium. Everyone talks about how great the stadium is, and even their tag line is ball park or work of art? It was built privately, which is pretty rare, and they main person behind it was nostalgic for Ebbets Field, so it was built in such a way that it feels very small and intimate. Although we happened to have a great game, where the Giant's came from behind, 2-6 to win 7-6, it wasn't so much the game that made it fun. It was just nice to be on the water in a nice stadium. Plus, I had gotten great seats for free from work, in the second row, behind home plate. The only bad thing was the Crackerjacks and (single) beer, which cost 20 bucks. But I guess someone has to pay for the nice stadium.