The doors of the library are closed today because the smell of smoke from the fire in the Santa Cruz mountains in in the air. It is gusty and it took off at 5:30 yesterday morning and is fed by the fact that there hasn't been a burn in the mountains for 25 years and no rain since Feb. There is a haze over everything near school. I am further south and don't have the scent as much at home. Aftter school I do.
The fog rolling in has to help. Last night during our walk and this morning it was cool. As Mark Twain said "The coldest winter I ever saw was the summer I spent in San Francisco." Actually he didn't say it.
The special ed teachers that are leaving, one to another school as a newbie, and the other because she had conflict with this closely knit 6th grade team are going out to lunch to the Falafel drive Inn.
It's this cool place that's been there since 1959.
There are picnic tables and a tiny eat in space. I rarely eat there. I used to stop at the farmers market and add more tomatoes and cucumbers to the falaffel salad and get extra pitas and white sauce and that made 3 pita sandwiches. They have tabbouleh, baba-ghannou, pita chips and all the usual if you must. Funny Bob just recommended it to me tonight!
The last I filled with tabbouleh, avocado, sun dried tomato humus and tomato.
Gas was $409. on the corner
13 years ago
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