By the End of the Day

Tonight I'm going to a practice for a story telling jam, and that's how I hope to end the day.  I almost always take public transportation downtown, but I may try driving this time since the location is a bit south of Market.  By by then I hope to have

made Nigerian stew--mostly because (besides loving it) I have some cabbage that's a bit too old for a raw salad.

used up the not-quite-fresh softsilk tofu and mushrooms on a farfelle and mushroom salad with peas.

tried another recipe for vegan Spanish potato omelet

written and mailed a card and letter to Eileen Gertz.

written and mailed a card tp Katherine and Barry.

Worked a bit more on my narrated slide show "How South Pacific Changed My Life."

Added this to the park bench Jim and I sat on while we read A Separate Peace in January 1970  in Honolulu:  "And we would kiss between chapters.  Or pages. Or paragraphs.  Or sentences.  Or words."

Found the folder of photos from Tonga so I can use the one of Ron and me on his motorcycle for "How S.P. Changed My Life."

Subscribed to FlexPass at the SF Playhouse.

Read Djamila's message and responded.

Finished the collage on Oscar Night!

Finished the collage on Visit with Dana, late January  2016

Written to Dana.

Written to Suzy.

Gotten something together for Erik's 70th birthday?

Ordered The Diver's Clothes Lie Empty by Vendela Vida whose book contains a passage I heard just this morning after practicing telling about "An Important Date in Peace Corps History" from the perspective of a 70-year-old.  The thirty-year-old "You" in the book talks about being seventy someday and looking back at your youth!