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Today started off with a 3-mile walk to Crissy Field/House of Air for a company picnic. After bouncing on the trampoline and having a nice lunch on the grass a few us walked the 3 miles back to the office. That’s when I took this pic of the GG…it was so stunning I could have stood there all day staring at it. The entire walk back was so dang enjoyable & picturesque. I just love, love, LOVE San Francisco!

Then, of course, there’s the not-so-picturesque side of SF. I had to get in a few hours of work after the picnic so I finally left the office around 3. I could have kicked myself when I realized I’d be catching the bus home with all the riffraff from the high school around the corner. (O.J. Simpson went to high school here if that gives you any indication of the youths I’m dealing with). As I’m waiting for the bus there’s a bit of commotion. I realize one of the riffraff is egging on one of my crazy street peeps. I’ve seen this “lady” plenty of times and she’s just a toothless loon with a drug problem (and a hygiene problem, but let’s not get caught up in the details). As they’re wandering into the street the punk throws down his backpack and pulls one of those “come on, you wanna fight” moves a la Boyz in the Hood. Now, I call her “the Spitter” and if that doesn’t tell you to keep your distance I don’t know what to tell you. They danced around each other for a while and a few adults from the school were (very poorly) trying to monitor the situation until she pulled her signature move. It’s amazing how far things fly when you have no teeth. Everyone spread out like it was Moses parting the Red Sea!! Someone finally got a hold of the Spitter and kept her from boarding the bus (thank goodness) and I rode home with my face squished to the window along with 2000 punky teenagers. Good times.

Rarely a dull day, I do LOVE SF!

Author’s note: For those of you thinking I should have hoofed it home, remember I’d already walked 6 miles. Also, I had a few samples from work which included a jar of pasta sauce as well as my farmshares which included a melon!


The Spitter


The #19 is like a box of chocolates…you never know what you’re going to get. Yesterday I had the pleasure of riding with this lovely lady. And I use the term “lady” very, very loosely. We’ve been on the bus together before and she usually talks quite loudly to herself. So, either she hasn’t had enough of the drink or she’s had too much…hard to tell…

Nothing like skipping down to the bus stop feeling super cute in my new skirt with hair that is behaving and looking ooh-la-la. And then looking up to see the bus pulling up right on time…and stepping on the bus and having the money machine broken so I get a free ride. Lucky me! I sashay my way to the 1st available seat and, the way my morning is going, fully expect to look up and see the most handsome, single man in all of San Francisco (who may or may not have a red rose for moi)…err…or a yucky homeless man with all of his belongings. Darn. Can’t win em all…

Unintentional poignant pic. Pulitzer?

…go nowhere if you were waiting for the #19 earlier this evening.

It started raining late this afternoon which caught me unprepared…again. Although, I actually own a raincoat & umbrella (thanks, mom!) I didn’t have either of them with me today. So I checked the muni schedule online and zipped down to Beach @ Polk to catch the 19 Express…which was arriving in 9 minutes. Sounds like a plan, right? Well, the 19 arrived and pulled over for a “break”. And two minutes later another 19 arrived and parked behind the 1st one for a “break”. And then a few minutes later a THIRD 19 arrived and parked behind the second one for a “break”. Just so we’re clear…THREE buses appeared and were ALL on a break. I assume they had a case of Gavin Newsom-itis. You know, only working when you feel like it.

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