I was just in the San Francisco Bay Area. That’s Mt Tam in Marin County in the distance. It’s sunny, which is pleasant, but the cloudlessness of the California skies are a problem too—the whole state is in a serious, five year drought. My husband and I are visiting in-laws of various generations and are being inaugurated into sharing our shower water, collected in large orange plastic Home Depot buckets with the potted plants on the deck.
And of course that’s Don Quixote in the foreground. Who else could it be? His skinny, irrepressible and idiotic courage is known to most of us, even though the chances we’ve read Cervantes’ brilliant novel are about nil.