The weather reporters say the worst is past, here. It's been an odd day. I tried to help guide my friends, the Heleries, as they wended their way south from Mendocino along a crowded, oft-flooded Highway 101.
From Internet, radio, and TV sources, I could tell them via cellphone that there were problems in Marin, including highway closures, but I couldn't find solutions.
As the day wore on, they called that they'd made the Golden Gate Bridge.
Yay!
Meanwhile, I drove my green-leaf-encrusted car across the city to Russian Hill for a dental appointment to repair a tooth that recently broke. Yuck.
I saw downed trees all over town.
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The other issue worrying me all day today is the travel of my youngest kids all the way from Florida to here via Philadelphia. The average flight has been delayed 2:15 hours all day. Their connector is already scheduled to be two hours late arriving here, and the most recent news from my kids on cellphone is they are boarding but will sit for at least an hour on the runway before taking off.
They are not due here now until after 1 a.m. -- over 20 hours after their Friday began. So, their Dad just sits here and waits for word they've gotten home safely. It's sundown; there are sirens all over the city as a hazy grey light settles over a soaked city by the bay.
p.s. at night, walking around, I found more branches down on the streets of my neighborhood.
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