Sunday, November 13, 2011
"Grant Avenue, San Francisco, California, USA..."
For those of you not in my august age group or who did not have mothers addicted to musical comedy (among
Other things), the title is from the musical "Flower Drum Song", probably Rogers and Hammerstein.
An Alaska Air fare sale during a time of much health anxiety brought us here in November of all things. Shouldn't we be in Maui?
In fact, it's sunny plus 60 degrees, good enough for moi.
I have been indulging my Fall of the Roman Empire ways, I.e eating and spending myself silly. I can feel Skip carefully
Avoiding comment, ever the prudent one.
We have netted almost 20 degrees rise in temp and close to 100% gain in sunshine so Whoopie!
I need to get on the Cloud computing thing so I can get photos to prove our temporary bliss.
We did manage to travel by public transport...BART...and foot from airport to hotel, thus gaining a couple carbon footprints
And a bale of hay in heaven (again, my mother who was not intended as the subject of this post.)
But we'll lose our hay on the return, a Groupon limo service. Still, isn't Groupon a public good?
if you've never been to the SF Museum of Modern Art, remedy this at once! The building is one of the 7 wonders of the modern world.
people made wonders anyhow. And we had breakfast at Lefty O'Toul's. Skip knew about Lefty and I learned a lot. His left arm
Is encased in plexiglass and a have the photo. We dined last night at a similarly quirky place, Lori's Diner, full of jukebox
Memorabilia and cheap eats. I was disappointed today to discover Other Lori's all over the place. A chain! Shame!
At SFMoma, we were engrossed in a photo exhibit by Francesca Woodman, who specialized in bxw nudes of self and jumped
Out a window at age 22. Major exhibits since then.
Skip, doing the carbon footprint thing with my indulgences, declined a late lunch, so I repaired to Nordstrom Bistro for the salmon nicoise
Salad and much photo taking out the window. On Market Street, I wanted to shoot but found myself sans camera. A frantic retracing
Steps for an hour was no use until I tried a last chance call to where I got a matchbook music box which plays "Jingle Bells" as the
Tiny village whirls around. As mother always said (she has taken over) I get in trouble when I'm in the wrong place...but she loved music
Boxes. Thanks to Janet for my birthday gift card lunch and to Carol for my birthday Starbucks card iced tea with new cup to replace
The one lost during the carbon footprint trek.
Apologies to Bill. I meant to be brief.
Other things), the title is from the musical "Flower Drum Song", probably Rogers and Hammerstein.
An Alaska Air fare sale during a time of much health anxiety brought us here in November of all things. Shouldn't we be in Maui?
In fact, it's sunny plus 60 degrees, good enough for moi.
I have been indulging my Fall of the Roman Empire ways, I.e eating and spending myself silly. I can feel Skip carefully
Avoiding comment, ever the prudent one.
We have netted almost 20 degrees rise in temp and close to 100% gain in sunshine so Whoopie!
I need to get on the Cloud computing thing so I can get photos to prove our temporary bliss.
We did manage to travel by public transport...BART...and foot from airport to hotel, thus gaining a couple carbon footprints
And a bale of hay in heaven (again, my mother who was not intended as the subject of this post.)
But we'll lose our hay on the return, a Groupon limo service. Still, isn't Groupon a public good?
if you've never been to the SF Museum of Modern Art, remedy this at once! The building is one of the 7 wonders of the modern world.
people made wonders anyhow. And we had breakfast at Lefty O'Toul's. Skip knew about Lefty and I learned a lot. His left arm
Is encased in plexiglass and a have the photo. We dined last night at a similarly quirky place, Lori's Diner, full of jukebox
Memorabilia and cheap eats. I was disappointed today to discover Other Lori's all over the place. A chain! Shame!
At SFMoma, we were engrossed in a photo exhibit by Francesca Woodman, who specialized in bxw nudes of self and jumped
Out a window at age 22. Major exhibits since then.
Skip, doing the carbon footprint thing with my indulgences, declined a late lunch, so I repaired to Nordstrom Bistro for the salmon nicoise
Salad and much photo taking out the window. On Market Street, I wanted to shoot but found myself sans camera. A frantic retracing
Steps for an hour was no use until I tried a last chance call to where I got a matchbook music box which plays "Jingle Bells" as the
Tiny village whirls around. As mother always said (she has taken over) I get in trouble when I'm in the wrong place...but she loved music
Boxes. Thanks to Janet for my birthday gift card lunch and to Carol for my birthday Starbucks card iced tea with new cup to replace
The one lost during the carbon footprint trek.
Apologies to Bill. I meant to be brief.
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