Sunday
Mia woke up at dawn and sang along with the fire engine passing somewhere outside.

( travelogue )

Saturday
Before I even got up, Derek was offering me toast and jam. I think living with a pregnant wife, he understood that we have certain needs.

( travelogue )


donuts at Four Barrel

Next: Sunday.

Friday
I woke up and was not sick.

( travelogue )



Next: Saturday.

Thursday
Left work at two o'clock to take speedy shuttle van to the airport.

( travelogue )


(photo I found online of a room identical to mine)

Next: Friday.

I have joined my husband in SF through the weekend. It is very strange being back again. I have felt like I am having a dream that I live here again, especially when taking the N-Judah today. But I haven't had much sleep.

Today he went to work and I walked all over town. It's a shame I dropped my pedometer in the toilet the other day. I bet I logged well over 10k steps today.

I got my eyebrows waxed for free at Bloomingdale's, which was awesome. Then they put way too much makeup on my face. After that I took the train to Cole Valley and got a simple manicure. My nails were in bad shape. Better now.

I am exhausted and I really miss the cats. I wonder if it snowed last night.

Things I Will Miss About San Francisco

My friends
Golden Gate Park
Light rail (though it sucks often, it’s fast when it works)
The Giants
Philz, Peet’s, and Blue Bottle coffee
Arizmendi Bakery
La Mediteranee
Pizza Orgasmica
Mayor Newsom and our liberal city government
Plastic carry-out bags against the law
The gays
Easy access to farmer’s market and good food in general
No active volcanoes nearby
No Wal-Mart

Things I Will Not Miss About San Francisco

Tiny urban condominiums that start at only $1.2 million
Filth and garbage everywhere
Cold, foggy summers
Inconsiderate and careless drivers
Five thousand homeless people, pissing in doorways of aforementioned million-dollar houses
Waiting thirty minutes for the next train
Our fucking bitch landlady
The Haight, Fisherman's Wharf, The Mission
The ugly carpeting on our bathroom floor, the rusty 50-year-old pipes, the cheap overpainted cupboards, shitty windows with no screens, ugly plastic kitchen floor, ant invasions every winter, lack of upgraded anything throughout, lack of direct sunlight, lack of closet space, and all-around crappyness of our $1850/mo apartment
No place to park
Highest gas prices in the land
Crappy public schools
Large and active faults in the earth’s crust

A light earthquake occurred at 8:40:00 PM (PST) on Thursday, March 1, 2007.
The magnitude 4.4 event occurred 2 km (1 miles) NE of Lafayette, CA.
The hypocentral depth is 17 km (10 miles).

wheeeee

that was fun.

San Francisco weather today: perfection.

Weather.com is lying and says it is "cloudy" and "62". Bullshit. It's crystal clear and 70.

I took a walk at 8:30am and barely needed a hoodie. Just now went downtown in jeans an a shirt.

We get our summer in February sometimes. Then in August it will be 50 and foggy every day.

I should go outside again, let's see if I can convince Brian to get dressed. To his credit, he did clean the bathroom while I was out.

All the front windows are covered with opaque plastic sheets. Can't see a thing outside. Ugh. Our already dim apartment becomes even dimmer; it feels like November in here.

Giants game last night was great. The Dodgers were beaten, I got to see Schmidt pitch, and I had a nice hot chocolate. The only downer was that we were unprepared for the usual late-summer chill. Should have brought a better coat. The fog came sliding in off the ocean around seven and by the sixth inning it was swirling through the upper decks with the gulls.

Today I need a long walk. I should get some NPR podcasts or something.

My book is driving me a little nuts right now. I think I am too much of a perfectionist sometimes. I feel like I am trying to write about something that is difficult to put into words. My fear is that it will sound hollow and false. I guess I won't know until it has actually been written.

Husband bought me a massage at this day spa on Fillmore. Gosh he's great. So I did that this morning. Afterward, I wandered around in the mild sunshine, and ended up at this chocolate cafe called Bittersweet. I had the richest, bestest mocha ever. It was a lot like drinking a cup of liquid chocolate, with a shot of espresso of course.

After an hour spent sitting in this cafe reading a magazine, I went back to the car and drove to Trader Joe's to get some food for the weekend. I am getting a lot more comfortable driving in the city. The key is just to be alert, and courteous, which is pretty much how I have always been as a driver. I am never in that much of a hurry.

Our building is being painted. The facade is now covered by scaffolding and black screens. The painters parked their vehicles in our driveway and it would have been a big hassle to ask them to move, so I just parked up the street. The cats would like to know what the hell is going on. When I walked in, Simon's voice was decidedly different when he greeted me.

Now I am sitting here listening to the A's game on the radio, and thinking about doing some writing, though really what I should be doing is eating some food and clipping my fingernails. They are too long. Then I am going to take a walk and listen to podcasts.

My neighborhood is still shrouded in fog, while the rest of the city bathes in sunshine. I don't think I'll ever get used to that.