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Strange adjustment yesterday from balmy, muggy New Orleans to cloudy, chilly Oakland. Our reward for coming home was the annual flourishing of roses and irises. B has filled the house with bouqets and garlands: all pink roses in the bathroom, pale yellow in the kitchen, off-white with a hint of pink on her dresser in the bedroom, particolored on the shelf by my bed, Mardi Gras colors (green and purple) on the mantle.
Tomorrow I’m off to New York, my other cultural touchstone. Between NO, SF, and NY I’ve got my own way of triangulating in America.