The fire twirler is spinning his flaming pots as the Ocean Beach fire department checks the sand for someone who fell, or jumped, off the public pier.
Long day. Had stops in Palm Springs for the dentist & then drove a 1/2 hour east to get to the woman who cuts my hair, in Palm Desert. That's life in California, always in the car. And then another 3 1/2 hours to San Diego -- got there in rush hour, bumper to bumper for 45 minutes.
Sitting outside at our friend Judi's, listening to planes taking off over the ocean as I write this. Tomorrow, Tijuana.
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