Thursday, April 30, 2015


6:45 a.m.
San Francisco

This was my second morning arriving at Mabel's place in time to help her get ready for a day at preschool, and then journey there with her. Yesterday on our walk to school we saw five or six wild parrots with green bodies and red heads clinging to a bird feeder suspended from an upper-story fire escape. We stood and watched them for ten minutes, making speculations and remarks. Today I brought in breakfast from the cafe across the street. Mabel picked the cinnamon roll and is shown in the process of unwinding it. She let me have the blueberry bran muffin.