Carole’s art opening was the sort of party where we had conversations like “Oh, you’re that Gail, we’ve already talked on the phone about Bernal Heights history!” and “Of course you must know Barney at NASA then…” “Yes, Barney, of course!”

Carole’s paintings looked spectacular; the zabaglione was to die for. When we got home Claire opened her package, which turned out to contain two gorgeous sweaters my mother had knitted for her in beautiful pale green wool.

Another good night, then.

Oh, and the third and very best piece of good news from back in July was this adorable little tadpole for Salome and Jack.

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