Pictures Are Good FillerSeptember 11, 2007
Hey, what's that bright star I've been seeing in the early morning on my way to work? It's hanging in the east, and it's gorgeous. I know you know.
Me, I'm at work. Long, long, long work hours lately -- worked an 18 hour shift on Saturday on the final day of my work week, then had Sunday off, and I was back on Monday for 72 hours this week. It's all by choice, working for people that need time off (the gal I'm working for today is in Italy, bless her), so I can't complain, but I can whinge just a little bit.
How 'bout a few pics, then?
I took an afternoon last week and spent it in the City. I had the best time that day -- I had lunch with Lala and then I went and wrote in a cafe near Dolores Park. Then I wandered up into the park and had a little lie-down on the grass in the sun, and then I got salted caramel ice cream with fleur de sel sprinkles from Bi-Rite Creamery. Then I took BART back downtown and prowled Stacey's Bookstore for a while, then met up with Lala when she got off work, and we went to Fritz and had Belgian fries with Belgian beer. While I was waiting for her to meet me, I read my book up on the top of the new Westfield Mall.
Isn't that something? I don't care for malls, but that space is pretty incredible.
And then last week, we went to the Ladies' Banjo Society Picnic, at which you need neither to be a lady nor play the banjo. But they did have a banjo choir, which was pretty rad.
Lala's in the white cowboy hat in the back.
We took Harriet. She did not play the banjo.
And this is a shot of Lala in Leona Canyon near our house.
It's this amazing canyon right in Oakland, but it feels so far away -- I think it might be the only place in Oakland where you can't hear the freeway. The smell of the creek down there, all dusty and blackberryish and riparian-moldy is exactly the same lush smell of the creek I grew up playing in. And it's an off-leash area, since it's part of the East Bay Regional Parks District, so Clara can romp through the poison oak with impunity. Thank god she sleeps in a crate, not our bed.