Beautiful day--just the right temperature, not too hot and not too cold, with a bit of a breeze. I'm learning to bike--not ride a bike, but go up small hills and whatnot. My objective is the Stanford Loop, a 14 or so mile run up Sandhill Road and back down Portola and Alpine. Unfortunately the first leg of of it is on a four-lane road with lots of traffic because it leads to the freeway down to St Jose or north to San Francisco. Today I got as far as Whisky Hill Road. Next week--a little more. Oh no, next week we are going to St Juan Island, so it will have to be the week after that.
Meanwhile I've signed up to audit a classics department seminar in Plato on Love: the Symposium and Phaedrus, which begins this Tuesday, and darn, I'm going to miss the first week of that because we'll still be in St Juan.
The sun is setting behind the western hills, through some kind of white-flowering street tree (I really ought to know its name) which is rapidly filling out with leaves and hiding the hills. The wistaria is in bloom over the building's front entrance, and four pinkish-reddish tulips friends gave us are nodding on the deck.