Training wheels

Was up early this morning. Got myself together and took Mammy to the airport. She's off to get Poppy. I felt bad when I was leaving because I just dropped her off.

I couldn't find the right music to listen to on the way into the city.

I tried to take some photos of the ocean from 19th. It was like liquid slate. I ate some eggs and rested.

It seems like I am having a low oxygen day, but I managed to rouse myself and get out into the rare sunshine day. Walked up to Amoeba and picked up a couple of CDs, then got A & E their anniversary gift certificate. On the way back I was thinking (after being passed by some bike cops) that if someone tried to attack me I would pull a knife (which I don't have) and threaten to remove their "bits". Mid thought I looked down and saw some interesting sidewalk art (see photo soon). HAHAHA

I grabbed a cup of tea and a scone so I could take my oxygen pill, then decided that if I walked down 11th and their was a nail place at the end, I would get my first professional pedicure. You should see my beautiful feet. I must admit, it was all I could do not to squirm during some of the ticklish parts.

Headed back to listen to my new CDs and attempt to nap. Couldn't sleep, but spent a good 45 minutes falling in love with the Garden State Soundtrack. I got all happy/blissful. When I opened my eyes the fog had come. I stretched and squirmed, and then sat up and looked out the window. A little guy and his bike had fallen over on the pavement. His Dad picked him up, dusted off, gave him a squeeze and a kiss, and away they went. It is moments like that that make me want kids.