The Conservatory...I think it looks like it is made of icing.

Bad picture, but the foreground is what happens when you build a museum that isn't earthquake safe. The background is the earthquake-safe wave of the future.

Voting IS sexy.

Where'd my sun go?

Well, yesterday was crazy and I forgot to take pictures and make an entry. I had a long day, and then had my first appointment with a local chiropractor. This fella does the kind of stuff that the lady at Mom's does. Lots of neurological testing, etc. He seems to think that I have some long term temporal lobe disfunction that has affected my limbic system.

He found that my cognitive abilities increased significantly if he shined small amounts of red light into my left eye. Cool, huh? He gave me some stuff to do at home.

Three bus/train rides and a lengthy stop to get some take out and it was almost 9:00 by the time I got home. I was pooped, and proceeded to STUFF myself.

This morning I had good intentions, but got a slow start. The glorious sun had disappeared. I did a bit of laundry, then rested a bit. I finally got off my hiney around noon and went to the Conservatory of Flowers, which I had never been to. It was a good walk, and though the place was small it had some very nice plants. They had a small, but interesting exhibit on medicinal plants. I realized two interesting things: 1)The information about the curare plant they had did not mention it could be used to induce paralysis and death. 2)Though many plants said they could be used as abortatives, the glossary of terms available at the beginning of the exhibit did not explain what that meant.

After that I walked back and picked up a red lightbulb for my exercises, and finally found some pepper spray.

The place I want to take Pop Pop.

Cnet has some Morrocan shindig.

Tai Chi at City Hall.

Heh. Heh.

I missed yesterday. I ran errands in the morning that took me to the court house. In the County Clerk's office people were getting Married. I worked a little. I walked to the train yearning for someone to enjoy a meal al fresco with.

Today I worked some more. I hoped that Jillo would make it out here! I had a client show me how to work on her, by working on me, which I found very disconcerting! I left a little early...it was so pretty, I couldn't resist. I took a walk up to Grandview to get the goop moving. I should be doing work now, but...nah!!

Foggy morning at the train stop.

Fifty rounds around.

So I have started playing a new game. I have always been a people watcher. Several times now I have suddenly realized I was out and out staring at people on the train/bus. It is an interesting place full of interesting people. Yesterday I rode the bus to the bank. Two stops in we had to pause to eject a urinator. A woman across from me asked the person next to her if that smell was some kind of cologne. I am assuming she was just being polite. Urine is a hard smell to mistake, if you ask me. A while later a man got on. He was graying, with dark eyes, wearing a page boy hat, and carrying a burlap shopping bag. Maybe I just associate San Francisco with writers, but I immediately knew that was what he was. I smiled at him. I smile at a lot of people on public transportation. I think one of the nicest things in the world is when a stranger smiles back at you. As passengers embarked and disembarked the seat next to mine opened up. He sat down, and we began to chat. He was very soft spoken, and there were long moments without conversation. Sure enough, he turned out to be a writer, a poet to be exact. I didn’t hear what his name was unfortunately. That’s the first part of the game…guess a person’s career. The other part is the Train Flirt. The back and forth of glances, the summing up of someone’s personality by what they wear, or what they are carrying, and the inevitable, wistful relinquish when their stop has arrived. This part of the game has funny facets as well. For instance, this morning’s Flirter, who was WAY out of my league, ended up having a wedding ring on. The episode got me to thinking about the ethics of being a married Train Flirter. Is noticing someone, watching someone, a sort of infidelity?

I told myself I was going to start working out this week. I haven’t really started, but I have added a new piece to my overall exercise regimen. When I have no clients (none this week so far ;-(), I spend half an hour walking around my table. I can’t go very fast, as I tend to go off track and run into things, but at least it is some activity. I spend fifteen minutes going one way, and fifteen going the other way. I will have to measure the distance and see if it adds up to anything. I am also trying to drink more water…I’ve been really dehydrated.

Men, do indeed, say silly things in the locker room. I think they must not realize they are within ear shot of a woman.

Was chatting with Mr. Urbane the other evening and I sent him a picture of Homie A. It really broke my heart to hear him say he wanted two just like her, yet was resigned to never having any.

The mornings and evenings are foggy, the days sunny.

Pink and paperwork.

Cheerful pink.

It was all about getting it done today. I ran errands, cooked, did laundry. I didn't get as much cleaning done as I would have liked. I also still have paperwork to do.

I have some cheerful pink flowers on my table. They make me smile.

This morning I slept in until 7:30...ugh.

I bought a lavender visor today and also face SPF 15 so that my face won't fry in the garden. I also, vainly, bought Heather.