Mendocino, again. (The picture, I mean.)
Meanwhile, in San Francisco I met Harriet and her friend L for dinner.
Sadly, no pictures were taken.
It is an odd thing, this meeting of imaginary friends — on the one hand, you know them, or think you know them, very well. On the other hand, you don’t know them at all in a physical sense. And they don’t know you! So they are the people you know, except, in Jeanne’s case, they are very tall. Just by way of illustration. Or, in Harriet’s case, they have red boots! It’s an odd disconnect of knowing someone well and not at all all at the same time. Yet, it was fun, and conversation flowed, and H’s friend L is quite nice and also a Hungarianist. How many Hungarianists can there be in the world? Not many, I would expect.
Anyway, I am up late, waiting to proof a paper coming in from Ohio (where it is considerably later)