The Quiet Ripple Defines The Pond

Where better to burst through the 200,000 miles barrier than on top of a hill on Point Reyes?

The Tacoma has without any doubt been the best vehicle I have ever owned. I have had her since 20017 and apart from a busted clutch, my fault, and a deregulation in the only electronic system, she has been incredibly robust and reliable. Deserts, mountains, snowfields and truly terrible off-road tracks have been elbowed aside with disdain. Thank you Tacoma. Can’t buy trucks like this anymore. The new ones are super fragile computers.

My brain boils, bubbles, buzzes with steroids. I have to get up and do stuff. I set off to camp at China Camp, which is very close to the city. Long history – Chinese set up a shrimp fishing camp here very early, in the 1850s. They dried the shrimp and exported it to China!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/China_Camp_State_Park When I get there, the campground turns out to be ‘walk in only’. The delightful camp hosts call the Samuel Taylor Coleridge State Park, where I camped last week, and tell me that there are places free if I would like to go over. Such nice people, I wish I had taken a photo.

James and I had breakfast in the Mission a couple of days ago.

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I move back from the pastoral of Point Reyes to the mean streets of San Francisco. Actually, couldn’t be further from the truth – mean streets – I mean.

The Sunday Farmers’ Market on Clement is not mean. The sun shines, the people are slim, happy, Californian friendly and good looking. The fruit and vegetables and stuff are so fresh and homegrown. It is very different from the America I hear about from Europeans.

I stumble to the Plough and Stars where, 15, 20 years ago, I used to play a lot of traditional Irish music.

People are playing, they are old friends!

I am swept away by the wonderfulness of everything and what is more, am given a free pint of Guinness.

Thank you everyone in the Plough for warm welcome.

Drunk on one pint of Guinness, I hirple down Clement to buy more octopus from one of the excellent Chinese supermarkets. I then get fresh Dim Sum and a Waymo home, wallowing in happiness and joy.

Things take a turn for the worse as I get out of the car at the house to realise that I no longer have my flute. I have left it somewhere.

James and I rush back to the Dim Sum store. No one speaks English but they do have my flute! My incredible luck abides!

I must keep taking the steroids.

So good living in San Francisco! Two days ago I was ranging around the Mission, trying hard not to buy too much amazing exotic food by eating as much I could while I was there.

Yesterday, I was here.

I am feeling very athletic, probably due to the vast quantities of steroids that I use to supplement my diet.

I drive the short hop to https://www.parks.ca.gov/?page_id=469. My eyesight is not perfect and I improve my view by attaching new wing mirrors that give me much better rear visibility.

I set up camp in the huge Redwoods. So beautiful, so quiet, so much wildlife.

I love to cook outside.

I sleep so well and am up at dawn to drive the 10 miles to Point Reyes.

There are wildflowers everywhere, the sun is shining, the sky is blue and Elk.

I drive back over the Golden Gate Bridge. Lucky me!

I have mentioned several times the excellence of Japanese healthcare whilst generally poo-pooing healthcare in San Francisco. Well, I take a lot of this back.

I am now locked into the MediCal system here and it works very well. I get free health care and medication and above all I get the app MyChart. Blood test results, appointments, prescriptions are all done on paper in Okinawa but here there is a fantastic app.

Thank you MediCal!

I am much more energised and head off to the Mission to buy exotic food. There are fantastic Mexican/Chinese fish and meat stores around Mission /24th.

I head off for lunch.

I have a new doctor, or provider, as the terminology here will have it.

The clinic is the other side of town from Fell so lots of opportunities to zoom around in Waymos.

I am now well looked after. I have 2 blood tests. I get a call at 10:00pm. It is a doctor saying that my red cell level is dangerously low and I should go to ER. This I cannot do as I am watching Gregory Peck in ‘Captain Hornblower.’ My new doctor is very attentive and prescribes steroids. I have to have blood tests every 3 days. I am much reassured as the MediCal system now has the bit between its teeth and they appear determined to effect a cure.

I do not feel unwell, just weak. I have lost lots and lots of weight and my skin hangs off my body like curtains. Thank you State of California. All treatment and medication is free!

There was a beautiful Ceanothus tree in the back yard that fought valiantly against all the disturbances and poison of the restoration. No good – she died.

I determine to cut it down and so buy a tiny chain saw thing.

It is a great tool and I slice away gleefully.

I am suddenly 73 years old! Jonathan and Renee take me out for a very good French lunch. Thank you.

Thanks all who sent birthday wishes! First time I have not had an alcoholic drink on my birthday for 70 years!

James has a day off; we go touristing. Actually the aim is to have a nice seafood lunch. We go down to Fisherman’s Wharf.

Great lunch, great views.

Just near the restaurant there are lots of sea lions.

Hooray!

Dear diary, sorry for the lack of entries over the last few weeks. The reason, apart from the background drone of idleness, is that not much has happened really.

My horizons are much restricted by feebleness and quasi blindness. I am still weak after my spell of poor health in Japan. I go for a “long” walk everyday and can now walk the length of the Panhandle without stopping for rests. https://www.google.com/maps/@37.7767135,-122.4353989,3372m/data=!3m1!1e3?entry=ttu&g_ep=EgoyMDI1MDQyOC4wIKXMDSoASAFQAw%3D%3D

My vision is blurred by cataracts, which I think I will only get fixed once I get back to Okinawa in August. Waiting lists here on MediCal are long and I would anticipate at least a 6 month delay before surgery. Unfortunately this makes driving a bit “hit and miss.” Especially in the city where cars fly out at you from all directions. I use Waymo, which is fantastic.

I take a Waymo down to the Apple Store on Chesnut to get a new phone.

Brother Alan notices that the Imari plates used at recent meal are of similar design to a bowl that kicked around the house when we were young. I send the photos to Tomomi who replies that it is a remarkable piece of early porcelain, either Imari or Kakiemon . Whichever, it dates from the late 1600s.

Important job is to get my Green Card renewal procedure underway. This is done on the web of course but I also have to send documentation, including a money order for $600, to the Department of Homeland Security. It all seems to be going smoothly but the ETA for the new card is September. I will have to plan travel carefully.

James takes Eileen and I for a tour of the Botanical Gardens in The Golden Gate Park. Beautiful place!

Friend from SLAC days, Greg Loew, contacts me. He wants help publicising his book, “Memories from Paris to Stanford” I have been lucky to rub shoulders with exceptional people; Greg is one of them. Buy his book.

I sit in the sun in a bistro on Washington Square in Little Italy. https://www.google.com/maps/place/Washington+Square/@37.8007752,-122.4128267,1685m/data=!3m2!1e3!4b1!4m6!3m5!1s0x808580f1a98e88a1:0x24c815888a8a9ff0!8m2!3d37.8007752!4d-122.4102464!16zL20vMDVibjly?entry=ttu&g_ep=EgoyMDI1MDQyOC4wIKXMDSoASAFQAw%3D%3D

I read the first pages of Greg’s book drinking excellent coffee with a hot; egg bacon, ham, cheese, salad croissant.

I spend hours watching birds at the feeders I have installed just outside my window. Actually I could do this all day quite happily.

Nothing terribly exciting, just the train-train quotidien. Where better to have a train-train than San Francisco?

I stumble towards the U.S. Immigration Officer. Will they send me to jail in Nicaragua?

“Hey Sir, your Green Card is going to expire soon”

” I don’t think so, it’s good until May 2026.”

“Nope, sorry but it’s May 2025. You better get to work on that. “

Wow! Thanks for letting me know.”

No problem Sir, welcome home.”

All that anxiety for nothing. The Immigration people were as friendly and helpful as can be. I blame the tabloid media.

I wake very early and hike up to the Pork Store on Haight. I make it in one go without sitting down for a rest.

I cross the road to Gus’ wonderful local grocery store.

I immediately fill the bird feeder and my friends flock to welcome me back.

I am just back from the Pork Store on my second morning.

I will have to stop going to The Pork Store for breakfast. Too much food. I feel like going straight back to bed.

I head the mighty Tanto North towards the breeding grounds of the elusive Yanbaru Kuina.

I stop on the way to visit Miwako san. She is a wonderful and talented person. She helped a lot with graphics work in the early days of OIST.

Once I have tied up Tanto to the hitching rail in Yanbaru, Ichiro san and Tomomi put on an incredible meal!

We go out after the meal to find roosting rails. No luck. Next morning at dawn we are after them again. Not much luck, a few scampering across the road but nothing photographable. We see other stuff and it is always good to be out in the very early morning.

I must go back to California. Trump’s crackdown on immigration worries me. They do not like it if you stay out of the States for extended periods on a Green Card.

We go out to get acclimatized to American food.

Not a great stay really. I came to have cataract surgery, which was cancelled owing to worse medical problems. I spent nearly all my time in bed. I lost 15 kilos. I lost mind-boggling sums of money from my pension fund.

However, the friendship and kindness of many people in my time of need was uplifting.

Hooray, I finally get outside. We go birdwatching around the legendary taro fields of Kin.

Unfortunately I catch https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elephantiasis. I guess I got it from strange parasites in the wetlands.

Nagasaki sensei sends me to hospital to see a blood circulation specialist. I explain that I have Elephantiasis but he seems skeptical. I have a big full body blood pressure test and an ultrasound lower leg vein check.

This morning I return to the hospital to learn the outcome of testing. The specialist tells me that there is nothing wrong with me and I should stop whining. This is the kind of doctoring I like. It reminds me of school.

Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met Elephantiasis that wasn’t there!
It wasn’t there again today,
I wish, I wish it’d go away!

Very bad news! My friend Nagasaki sensei is leaving Okinawa. He has been an excellent doctor who is always available, gently humorous and very knowledgeable. He has underpinned my happiness as I move into dotage. He is moving to Miyako Jima for his dotage. Thank you Nagasaki sensei.

https://www.google.com/maps/place/Miyako-jima/@24.8127951,125.2785339,53086m/data=!3m2!1e3!4b1!4m6!3m5!1s0x34f450f11854a3ef:0x602e0677feb8a1a6!8m2!3d24.7673666!4d125.3246769!16zL20vMDQyMWow?entry=ttu&g_ep=EgoyMDI1MDMzMC4wIKXMDSoASAFQAw%3D%3D

Worse places to go!