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I just read something chilling in a piece about the Day of the Dead in Sunday's SF Chronicle:
"...we unknowingly pass by what will be the anniversary of our death each year."
Creepy, eh?
As usual, there's much to report. First, I'm glad my friends and acquaintances in San Diego are all safe and sound, houses intact. Grandma Lida is doing better and is working her way through several weeks of physical therapy--thanks for all the well wishes. I have yet to land a new job (my current one ends Oct. 31), but I've had a few interviews and am confident something will materialize before I'm forced to start frying burgers.
Meanwhile, I enjoyed a wonderful, though brief, trip back east last week to see family and friends in New York and attend a lovely wedding in Connecticut. Jason and I gorged ourselves on a mini "blue" tour (Blue Ribbon Bakery for lunch, Blue Smoke for dinner), made yummy noises with Marney and Peter at Otto (followed by dessert at an old fave, Veneiro's) and giggled our way through 3 hours on the New England Thruway (a drive that should have taken 90 minutes) getting to the gorgeous wedding site in the only vehicle more hideous than a Hummer.
Despite the freakishly warm days (80 degrees in late October? What the hell do I do with all these sweaters I packed?!) and steaming rain, we were treated to a delicious display of fall's brilliance. The vivid autumn colors I've so missed while living in California were even more intense against a backdrop of perfect blue skies:
(Just a preview of the photos I hope to post to Flickr later this week.)