Brush Creek

I think the week has caught up with me today. My walk along Brush Creek was anything but brisk, but John was pleased with his pace with Spike. I strolled along meeting John on his way back. The creek is low this time of year, but looks quite pretty from the bridge with all the different kinds of greenery next to it and reflected in it.

I was happy to take the compression bandage off my arm today. It felt less painful and like the antibiotics were working, but once I got a good look at it (as much as one cam look at the underside of one's elbow) it seems  less swollen and red. The wonderkind Dr. Peng's assistant did a very neat job of stitching me up (so to speak)  while he sat and watched her do it from somewhere behind my head. They had had quite a conference, joined by a couple of other assistants and the final suggestion was made by her, so he let her do it. All the while, they are speeding from one room to the next taking bits and pieces off the occupants and sending them off to await results from pathology.

I've spent quite awhile looking at the photos of the flower arrangements we saw yesterday. Because they aren't supposed to put water in the vases, there are a lot of the sturdy type of thing that grows in our garden with very little water. I was inspired to see what I could come up with, but not so inspired that I went any further than the porch to sit in the sun and eat my lunch. I do have a few ideas though. Maybe tomorrow.

Dana sent me a picture of the four of us yesterday at the museum, taken by a passing shop assistant at our request. The focus isn't great, but I've put it in extras for the record.  The deYoung building was designed by a Swiss architectural firm after the Loma Prieta earthquake in 1989 heavily damaged the old building. There is an Andy Goldsworthy installation in the entry courtyard of several large boulders. An uneven crack runs through the tiles of the courtyard floor as well as through the boulders. Very Andy Goldsworthy and no explanation necessary. The copper tile clad outside of the building is striking in a brutulist sort of way, but it is the inside that takes advantage of the light  by utilizing catwalks and corridors with interesting views outside and down into the giant lobby. There are a LOT of stairs. By the time we walked through most of the exhibit rooms, we were all ready to head down yet more stairs to the car park, and drive to a lovely lunch at an Italian restaurant overlooking the water just over the Golden Gate bridge in Marin county. 

It's been a week of stress and pleasure. I was ready for a quiet day.