Luau lights installed by moi.

Tsunami Dream

So I had this weird dream this morning. I was almost swallowed by some big ole waves, but then I escaped and went to visit Homie K and her family in their new house...an 1800's era saloon that needed some renovation. Oh my head!

Lazed around quite a bit today, as I was up until 3:30. Played with A-man a bunch, and helped prep the house for the company Luau tomorrow. Off to the city tomorrow to take care of some business and play with the gang.

When I couldn't sleep last night, I stayed up to watch the wrap-up show of the Lance Chronicles. I have realized that until this year I just never really paid attention to him. I couldn't avoid the highlights of his existence, but didn't have a feel for the nuances at all. I must say, I am impressed. I don't think I'd want to live with someone like him, but his dedication, humor, intelligence, and humanity leave me with a pretty good feeling. Yay Lance!

A-man attempts a jail break.

No Coffee Day

Maybe I should have headed to S-bucks. Did quite a bit of work, but still felt like I was spinning my wheels. J-todd...a little something is on its way to you, via a very slow boat. Sorry it (and I) won't be there for your BIG day!
Anyone got a good, modern sounding name for a massage business inside a gym?
Hope all is well!

Homie A and her fancy hat.

Permit Window for Taxi Drivers and Non-Prostitutes

Good Coffee Day

Had my massage test in the city this morning. Went well. They are super disorganized, but they will get in gear soon. Popped downstairs afterwards to the Starbucks for a Mocha. Panhandler was in there asking for quarters. After the third employee told him to skeedaddle, he left yelling a bunch of stuff, including, "...you rich, selfish m***** f***ers...". I guess it was true in a way. Grabbed a money order at the post office next door (here I am accosted by some suit that says this post office gets some real weirdos, the kind that come in to buy money orders, but he forgot to include himself). I then proceeded to the Hall of Justice (yes, SF has a bunch of comic book-sounding names) where the security guard was having a bad day. Too many people not having their bag unzipped by the time they get to the front of the line. At the Hall of Justice there is no differentiation between the criminals and the non-criminals. It takes me an hour to turn in my background check application (at the taxi permit window)and get fingerprinted. It would have been a lot more fun if I had been able to peek at my FBI file, or if there had been fewer menacing people there.

I then scooted on over to visit Homie K and Homie A. They seemed in fine fiddle and we played and ate good, as usual. The 12th street time warp was in effect, so I soon had to scoot home, where I found a massage chair on the front porch! YAY!

The picture I didn't take was of this 60's era painting in the finger print office. Bright orange and yellow with an old farm house off to one side and black birds flying into the foreground.

A-man eats "butterfly sushi", at dinner last night.

Bad coffee day

So all. Good to speak to Ms. C this morning. As most of you know, I had a bad coffee morning. I will report back soon about removing the stain.

I was just reflecting on my year in CA. There is no doubt that I am totally spoiled. Here I am in the land of good food, tons of entertainment, and my fam, and yet, I am unsatisfied. I miss random J&J coffee nights. I miss T-Head nights sometimes so bad it hurts (in my belly anyway). I am sure that if I manage to move into the city I will make new friends, but it won't be the same. Which leads me to my question of the day:

Will I, for the rest of my life, feel a bit like something important is missing?

Not trying to be morbid, just, as Jillo says, missing my peeps.