Pacific

Visited the de Young Museum in Golden Gate Park yesterday. They had three gorgeous John Singer Sargents among their excellent American, African and South Pacific collections.

Then we walked the full length of the park (4 1/2 miles) through mature rolling woodland, to Ocean Beach and the Pacific. We stripped off our shoes and socks, rolled up our pantlegs and strode into the surf. Exhaustion and care were washed away. Bill took a picture of me with my arms thrown up into the air in glee. Then I realized I probably looked just like the guy in the erectile dysfunction ad, shouting, "I'm back!"