We took another train trip. This picture is of the salt factory. We also went through what's left of Drawbridge, the Silicon Valley ghost town.

With a giant Madonna in the area, we had to stop.

My garden produces amazing numbers of flowers this time of year. All of these came from my garden.

We went to the pound, hoping to come home with kittens. Unfortunately, it's not quite kitten season yet. We came home with no kitties.

This is another flower in my garden.

My morning commute became convoluted when yet another person committed suicide my jumping in front of a train. The stretch of track between San Jose and San Francisco has a remarkably high suicide rate.

This was on every seat on CalTrain this morning. One thing I'll say for CalTrain: they know how to let the riders know what's happening. Even as the events were unfolding, they let passengers know which trains would be going where with an estimated travel time.

All of these flowers came out of my garden.

In the evening, we watched Hell House, a documentary about a Texas Halloween haunted house where they show visitors where sinners go: hell. Why does Christianity, especially the Evangelical branches, rely so heavily on the threat of hell? What if hell didn't exist?

I'm doing my taxes. This isn't pleasant. At least there are pleasant things growing in my garden.

This is a cherimoya. This is an experiment in "eating food we've never tried before." We bought this at the grocery store this morning. Then we looked at it for a while. It makes me think of alien pods. I'm waiting for a monster to jump out of this. After going 0 for 5 in finding anything about this in any of my gourmet vegie cookbooks, we looked it up on the Internet. I guess this is a kind of a fruit. This means we probably shouldn't deep fry it. We weren't planning on that, anyway.

This is my complicated Aran sweater.

Bay Bridge.

Sunrise.

Today's flowers from my garden.

Tonight we watched Plan 9 from Outer Space. I had attempted to watch this movie several years ago. I couldn't finish it. The movie was too bad. This time, we watched the feature commentary on the DVD before watching the movie. Now the movie almost made sense. I understood that the movie was made long after Bela Lugosi had died. Now I understood why the headline character made only brief recognizable appearances. The rest of the time, Bela's character was played by someone who didn't look very much like Bela Lugosi and who kept a cape over his face. I knit several rows of my complicated Aran sweater during the movie. The time wasn't wasted.

The complicated cable sweater continues.

Notice how everything on the upper shelves is light?

Quisp and ???

This has to do with an anniversary.

CalTrain is not having a good year.

Today's flower harvest from my garden.

Now we have two new fire extinguishers in the house.

This is the Crucible's fire truck at the Maker Faire.

This is my new favorite Bible - the Queen Jane's Version

Office building in San Jose.

I had a conversation today about how to teach a small child how to be optimistic. I think being optimistic or pessimistic isn't the point. I find it more useful to understand how I relate to whatever's happening. For example, being optimistic won't stop me from being hit by a truck. Being overly optimistic might stop me from seeking necessary medical care. If I acknowledge whatever is going on without trying to spin the situation, then I have a better chance of accurately understanding the situation and the consequences. After being hit by a truck, I might become depressed. If I were trying to be optimistic, I might criticize myself for not being cheerful. This approach would likely send me deeper into depression as I blame myself for not being cheerful. If I'm more focused on my relationship with whatever is going on, then I am more likely to recognize the situation (I"m depressed), the cause (the accident), and act appropriately.

Duck in fountain in front of my office.

Back lighting isn't a good idea for pictures.

All of these flowers came out of my garden today.

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We went to a talk on Drawbridge, the Silicon Valley ghost town that is now in the Don Edwards San Francisco Bay National Wildlife Refuge. .