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I missed First Rain....sorta.

I was in Tahoe for the weekend on the closest thing to a for-reals vacation I have had in far too long. It rained there briefly on Saturday; flashes of lightning over the the mountains while were out in our hodge-podge flotilla of a paddle-boat*, canoe, and kayak followed by a very short and light rain while were shopping for dinner. A Raley's parking lot may not be the most numinous for a First Rain, but it is what I ended up getting.

Sunday, while Oakland was having the pavement wetted by nature for the first time in months, I was under the Sierra foothills crawling though mud in the dark.. While it wasn't as strenuous or exciting as I expected, there were genuinely enjoyable bits and my ego is pleased to have another "I did that" under my belt.

As my weekend involved both rain and appreciation of nature, I don't count it as a missed holiday despite not having had it in my home territory so Tuesday evening I had a belated celebratory (well, regretful for my neighbor who is not excited about the turn of seasons) pint at Beer Revolution.

*amazingly paddle-boats are even more inefficient than they look.

I ended up in Farley's Coffee for half an hour or so last night and got beat over the head and heart with a strong sense of deja vu. It resonated from somewhen a decade or more ago.... but a search through older memories, particularly the ones from when I used to cut class and go wandering turned up nothing.

Such a strong sense of... something... not home or kinship, or even belonging... but safe space for some aspect or similar self.