Saturdays

This, being my third Saturday at Dorland, promptly at 8:15 AM, we drove into Temecula to the farmer's market.  The watercolorist, responsible for taking me, meets her colleagues, Elementary School teachers at Starbucks, and I shop for an hour.  Today, there was a quilt exhibition in town, and many of the shops had quilts hanging for viewing(not for sale). I enjoyed this unique American fabric art. Janice pointed out the Greek Festival near the city hall,all recreated traditional architecture.  On the return, we drove past horse paddocks, and I was happy to consider, that if I were to live here, I would want to tune into the horse territory  Today, the fund which rehabilitates horses was having an Open House.   A vineyard was having a fund raiser for diabetes in cats and dogs, ---that which my own cat had died of, in China.  I was sympathetic to their cause. There is little I can do without a car.   I listened instead to John Williams conducting his own music at the Hollywood Bowl; he has done so many shows for and with Stephen Spielberg.  It was good to hear live music.  I curled up with the New Yorker, October 8, which I received today, and read it straight through...took my afternoon walk, and will settle down to write this evening.