Happy Birthday, Leif!

My Artist

She may not have been admitted to the snooty "School of the Arts" here in SF, but Julia is a talented young artist, as anyone who sees her work in multiple media will attest. Here is the latest collection from a short art camp session last week and this.

I was able to race away from work for an hour to see her work.

Meanwhile, here in the Bay Area, we are bracing for another BART strike, starting Sunday night at midnight.

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Moving On

My final post, after 32 months, for 7x7 is this one. It is very far from the lifestyle emphasis that a city magazine like 7x7 must maintain, but it is very much within what I think matters.

Comments welcome!

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Colors in the Sun

Took a stroll in my garden today, looking at the peppers, artichokes and flowers that have grown over the past week.

I also went to my eye doctor for the first time in five years, because I've been having a bit of trouble reading and viewing my computer screens lately.

It turns out that not everything gets worse as you age. In this case, my eyesight has gotten better. My 8-year-olld prescription is outdated because it is too strong; I need a weaker prescription now.

Go figure.

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Two more days...

...as a "free" man. Soon I will go to work every day like most working people in this country. The magnitude of the change probably has not yet hit me. By my age, my own father was retired and enjoying his passions, including travel, golf and fishing.

I've long understood that I will probably never be retired. Lots of reasons for that, including my life choices, mistakes, and the city I choose to live in.

Luckily, I don't really have many passions that I cannot access through my work -- I love to write, research, read, think, edit and strategize.

In the right position in the right company, I can indulge all of those passions.

The only sadness I feel at leaving my life as a freelance consultant and blogger is deeply personal. I will no longer be able to hang out with my children and grandchildren anywhere near as much as I have the past few years.

Road Tripping.4

After 95 degree heat during the afternoon, it fell to about 70 degrees by 9 pm, at which time the pool felt not cold but cool and hot tub felt not warm but hot.

It's all relative.

The teens enjoyed the night air, the waters, and then a rented movie back in the room. All simple pleasures, but the first time we've had such a trip in a long time.

The celebration continues.

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Road Tripping.3

There are times when a pizza parlor (with video games) is the perfect dinner spot.

(Photos by Sarah Daisy.)