The news at work is dismal. It's caused by the economy, fuel prices, and a few poorly-advised management decisions, my friends, and it's not much fun. I've just learned that my job is not on the reduction list, but many of my colleagues in other divisions will be leaving soon. Most notable reductions are in the engineering division, where half of the positions will be cut.
Those of us who are not leaving (yet) are suffering from survivor's guilt.
I don't like Mondays, but I have really been savoring my weekends. We have been entertaining out of town guests. Two weekends ago, it was the Girlie's boyfriend's parents from Puerto Rico, here for The Graduation. We celebrated for two nights in a row, first at Espetus, a Brazilian churrascaria, and the next night we had a barbecue in our own back yard. Sunday, we went out to the Point Reyes peninsula, which is about as far west as you can get in this part of California and not be in the Pacific Ocean. This is considered the windiest place on the West Coast and can be fogged in for days at a time. The lighthouse on Point Reyes is perched at the top of a cliff and you have to walk down 302 steps to get to it. More important, you have to walk UP 302 steps to get back to the car, no small feat. The area is beautiful and desolate at the same time. Add a visit to the Oyster Farm, and the Station House Cafe for a delicious, and I really mean delicious, repast and we were pretty exhausted by the end of the day.
Last weekend, Mr. Celia's cousin and her husband came to visit. It was an art weekend. Saturday, we visited the Chihuly at the De Young exhibit. I didn't take my camera, but Wonder Mike did and he's got some great shots of the exhibition. Later, we stopped for tea at Samovar Tea Lounge in Yerba Buena Center and then went on the Frida Kahlo exhibit at SFMOMA. It was almost too much for one day, but we had a great time anyway. On Sunday, I made pancakes with blackberry sauce. Of course, that meant we had to pick blackberries before we could eat breakfast.
We are having a banner year for blackberries.
This weekend, Mr. Celia went off on his annual Man Camping trip with childhood buddies. I stayed home. Nothing more delicious than being home alone. I did have my CAMP gals over for lunch on Saturday, but most of the time, I savored the quiet. I puttered. I did laundry. I dug in the garden. I slept.
I finished this We Call Them Pirates. It's the first of my 2008 knitted Christmas gifts. You may speculate at will who it's for, but I will not reveal its recipient until the day has come and gone. And another knitted holiday gift is already in the works. I know, I'm disgusting.
That's all I've got. I just didn't want you to think I was gone forever.There's more where this came from, although the time to write has been eaten up by other activities.
More about that later.