Northbound road trip. Fred stops to visit his friend Rebecca in North Oakland.
040806.0746 — Oakland
I’m staying with my friend Rebecca, in N. Oakland. Rebecca and I went to different schools together — Scripps and Pomona — though we didn’t know each other until a couple of years later. She works for Landscape Forms and sells commercial benches. Went to Ethiopian food last night at Addis, and appeared to be the only non-Ethiopians in the place; the food was excellent and I ignored the carb counts in the injera bread.
I hurried up here from Monterey, in the afternoon but with not horrible traffic; stopped to pick up the gift of garlic from Gilroy — of course it was a lot cheaper at the second stand I saw, after I’d already bought some.
Going to visit a friend from High School this afternoon, John Clements, then plan to join Rebecca and some friends for sailing on the bay, which I’ve never done before either, hope there’s at least a little wind. Hoping to visit with my uncle Alan tomorrow before continuing up the outside coast.
Haven’t been able to remember my dreams the past few days, though they have been coming (and going) in the morning; some involve fields of grain but that’s all that comes back to me. Oh, and Ault was in one of them.
It was finally easier to return phonecalls yesterday; it’s a bit odd when it’s easier to get an internet connection than it is to make a cellphone call. I don’t even own a phone card, though I suppose I could purchase one, but the idea of using a payphone seems utterly foreign to me — I remember when Amy and I were in Europe twenty years ago we had to use public phones in the local post offices to make calls back home.