Chez Sistery Sister, San Francisco.
The sun is shining, the sky is blue.
20.15 My Sister has a new car --
This car carried us, despite Sister's instinctive navigational impulses, to Emeryville & the fillims, and then home again. Only once were we about to head off in a direction that would have severely compromised our intended destination, and several times that would have simply sent us the wrong way.
Backtracking --
Tuesday 1st. June: An early Heathrow check-in at 06.00 and two long flights to San Francisco.The first leg was to Washington. The flight was fine, the arrival sucked. The mid-field transit immigration was closed, and the team off our flight was slowly shuttled to the main terminal where we queued behind some 250-300 people off a Korean flight. Six inspectors processed us, including fingerprint & photo registration. This was the longest immigration procedure - two hours - in 35 years of arriving inbound to the US. Fortunately Gigster's Instinct had allowed a 3-hour turnaround. Then a 6 hour flight to San Francisco where I met Sister at baggage claim, she in from Palm Springs.
A long day.
"The artist is a bridge between the possible, the impossible, and the actual."
