Orien

Orien is visiting. A little window of relaxation and freedom before she starts law school and my only real chance to have time with her before she begins this next period of focus and tenacity.
In the morning we walked Pula and Harry, Sheldon’s dogs, to the back to check out where the concert had been yesterday. Folks had camped and were just mobilizing their final clean up and clear out. This picture is of a collapsed Pula (of Pyrenees and Andalusian blood.) The attention was just too much.
After waffles and fresh picked peaches we went out on the Sac up at Jelly’s Ferry. There was a brisk head wind with lots of boils and whirlpools. Orien and I haven’t paddled together so we were all over the place in the fast moving water but it went fine. She has a good sense about the currents and instinct about how to paddle. Michael used the new (to us) sea kayak he’d been given. I was totally covered and wearing a life jacket. Orien has been so long in the SF fog she just wanted the sun on her skin, no matter if she burned.
We ended the day at an Indian restaurant with Sheldon, toasting our dear daughter to success in this challenging next step.