Time goes by--a whole month actually--and here I am back in California, where--oh bliss--it is raining. When I was a teenager I couldn't wait to escape the rainy Vancouver climate that made my hair curl. Now I find the sound of rain on the leaves, on the zinc roof of the church across the street in Paris, on the tarpaper roof of the garage (California) soothing. I like clouds. Endlessly blue sky is boring, say I. My hair still curls, I mind it less.
Oh, and my computer died, and now that I have a new one, I discover all kinds of little things I can do, such as italics and underlining, at the bottom of the blog entry page. Html, it says, and ?