Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Welcome home

As I rolled my suitcase up the BART path, having taken the last train from the airport, under the salmon lamplight I heard the sweet high-pitched chorus of the thousand little frogs who during wet weather live in a muddy weed patch between the path and a high concrete retaining wall. There was something so merry and joyful in the chorus that I was even more glad to be home. Given the unexplained worldwide die-off of frogs this was a happier chorus still.

Though it was after one am there was warm light from an upstairs bedroom where one of the software engineers/programmers who have rented the house for a week was keeping late hours. The welcome became problematic when I discovered that the windstorm had broken off a huge branch from Gus the Redwood Tree. It missed smashing the car but is blocking the driveway, giving me something to do first thing in the morning. Welcome home.


  1. Welcome home. Tell me about your trip, where did you go, what did you do and see, who did you go with...inquiring mind want to know. Lisa and I were wondering if you went to Africa for solar fun.

    By the way, while you were gone, everyone on my dead pool list died.

  2. Anonymous10:10 PM


    Did you stop and count every teeny weeny little froggy, or did you order them to count off until every one of them croaked out their number?