Home. The presents I bought for Faith, Chad, and Holly are laid out on my bed.
And now the fun of wrapping them and sending them off.
For Faith -- Gil and Felicity's oldest daughter -- I bought Peet's
coffee, curry powder from the Indian store on University Ave, white
pepper and an array of exotic organic herbs from the health food
store on Telegraph. The one that looks like a museum of vegetables.
And I went to China Town in Oakland to buy a special kind of hot sauce
which she likes. All things which are hard to buy on the farm in Vermont
where she lives. Their life beautifully settled. No one else I know so seemingly happy and
content. She's a first violinist with the Symphony. He does
something scientific for the Forest Service.
I wrapped each of the things I had bought her in gold paper. Tied each
package with a green ribbon. Arranged them in a basket which I had
bought at the import store in Jack London Square.
Murphy sat beside me, watching me tie on the ribbons. I wiggled a ribbon
in front of his nose, but he looked at me is if I was crazy. ("Humans!")