Walk to End Alzheimer's in Rainpour

It's beautiful again--calm, sunny, dry, the way it was when I left home today at 8:07 or so, thinking how preposterous the forecast of rain had been.  I had wanted to go to Parkside Market for a week's supply of Clover milk and other products, and I definitely intended to clean up or at least straighten us the piles on the study floor.  But I abandonned it all because I had to be West Portal and 14th for the KT at 8:16.  Apparently the 8:16 KT didn't feel complelled to be there when I had be, so I finally gave up and walked to the tunnel, where I asked about the KT and was told that it was sometimes announced as a K.  I asked both the woman at the entrance and the conductor when he came whether it could be announced as the KT instead of the K if it were the KT instead of the K, and the answer was that it's all computer generated. 
The two most notable things about the KT trained marked as a K was that a very kind passenger was listening to the life story of a woman who clearly needed to tell it, and she was listening in a natural, interested manner without any eye-rolling to communicate a different message to the rest of us.  The other notable thing is that the streetcar was airconditioned--in San Francisco! 

It started to rain just after I got to King and Fourth.  But it was at a very mild drizzle when I met Kathy and we went to the various stops, which included a special medal for my donation, the purple flower with the chance to write "Mom, Nani, Nay,"  and the really nice-for-what-they-are porta-potties.  It started to pour down rain only after we were on our walk, which included some stops to take pictures honoring New Zealand, the country Andrea and I so much loved in 1971, when we went there for the month vacation we had from Peace Corps Tonga.  There was the Emirates in the cool, grey, and now very wet city.

In the end, Kathy stayed surprisingly dry with the cap bill to protect her, but I was totally drenched.  It felt good, though, and reminded me of Queen Salote of Tonga, who wanted to honor Queen Elizabeth by riding in an open carriage for her coronation--no top cover to protect her.  If the Queen of Tonga could do that for the Queen of England, I could do that for our Queen Mother!