Maaike set off optimistically for her course today; sailing in the morning, but alas, the day was exceptionally misty-moisty and refused to clear. Having booked Maaike on the course to have some time to myself I ended up feeling quite bereft without her.
The course was not a success. Just a handful of other kids (school has started again this week), and they seem to have ganged up against Maaike, the British latecomer, in a bit of a mean way. Maaike declares she is no way going back. W e regrouped at the Farmer’s market, where we sampled white peaches and crosses of apricot and plum (pluots), all organic. Organic farming is big here — apparently the California soil is like chocolate. The chocolate on the other hand is 87% cacao, which is quite something.
We ended the day all three sprawled in front of one of the four TVs in this house (the house also has four cars attached) watching a pretty pointless Cosby Show spinoff, the best on offer out of umpteen channels, and somehow we enjoyed it anyway.