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.

2 comments:

  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.

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  2. Anonymous10:10 PM

    Jack,

    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?

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