Didn't.

Tonight I did not do what the little voices told me I was supposed to do. I hope it hasn't cost me something.

The Palace.

Fog Sparks.

It is making me crazy that I cannot figure out the last word in this puzzle. Six letters and I cannot make them arrange themselves into some semblance of the English language. I’m hungry as well. I always go a little off kilter when I need food.

I am really enjoying this city. Diamonds in the sidewalks. Good food at every turn. That vast spread of water on all sides. Nothing but possibility, be it good or bad. From day one of the white man stepping onto these hills, it has been all about possibility. What is the one thing that always comes along with possibility? Energy. If things are headed in the good direction, the energy builds, grows to fill the space. If things are headed in the bad direction it falls away like the heaviest fluid, seeping past the continental shelf into the deep abyss. Any time that much energy is moving around you are bound to have static, and there is plenty of that here. All those little sparks flying around giving us a shock. Sometimes it feels good, other times the pain takes eons to go away.

I was walking past The Palace the other day and history, my history, fell right into my lap with a pleasant thud. Mammy had recently explained that it was the hotel she and Poppy stayed in on their famous trip here. I am always astounded when I think about this trip. They came in the fall of 1969. They were still newlyweds and the city had just gone through one heck of a summer. You ask any semi-aware person about hippies or counter culture and that summer, in this city is bound to come up. Seeing The Palace caused a little cyclone in my brain. Mammy was less than twenty-five years old. She had spent the first twenty-one of those years locked up in theology and long skirts. Poppy and his work brought her here. This place, at that time, being her age, having her background…it must have been like being hit with a tsunami of possibility.

I know they kept it tame. They went to see O Calcutta!, one of several shows playing at the time with fully nude performances. That was as crazy as it got. Still, that energy of possibility attached itself to her memory. Every time Mammy talks about that trip, tiny blue sparks fly from her eyes and her mischievous, crinkled grin.

I think I was shocked in the womb. I didn't realize this city was going to be such a big part of my life. When I was eleven I fell in love. Here I am now, fleshing out my life with work and life. Every moment here I am moving through the fog of possibility.

Chatty. Train Flirt Part Two.

No pictures today, as I left the camera at home. I did see lots of things I want a picture of, however.

This morning I was driven mad by traffic, but I was soon soothed by a good chiro appointment and a beautiful day.

There was some work today, but lots of chatty. If only I got paid for talking to people.

I made it down to the train platform for the ride home, and managed to settle into a waiting spot along the wall. Next two me was one handsome man. I watch him all the way to the other side of town, and he didn't look my way once. Flirt DENIED!

Must work out.

Looking forward to a weekend of family.

This is what happens when you say "Smile!".

Mr. Crab. I've got video of him as well.

Homie A and her driftwood stick.

The pretty ocean.

The Homies eat yogurt in the shade.

One messy apartment.

The corn and bean coming up (it is a race).

My tomato babies.

Oh My!

1. Got back to work on Thursday and things seemed to go pretty well, even if I did have to wipe my nose on my arm a few times. It felt good, and exhausting, to be back in the land of the living.

2. I really like Ms. T at work. She cracks me up and is so nice.

3. Friday night I was determined to skip drinks at a fancy place with the work gang and get some resting done. I got off the train a few stops early. I stopped in at the video store, and phoned in a to go order for spicy chinese food (good for lingering sniffles!). Thanks AGAIN Climber Boy!! I'm becoming a San-Tung regular. I sauntered down the street happy for the sunshine, and picked up my food. I got home and settled into the couch for an awesome do as I please evening. Half an egg roll in the phone rang. I'm a sucker, but I must say Mr. Urbane and I had a most enjoyable dinner. If only I wouldn't stay up so late afterward to get in my alone time.

4. Spent some very nice sunny time with the Homies this weekend. First, some back yard time Sat., and then a quick trip up to Muir Beach today for treasure hunting. The apartment's still a bit of a mess, and I didn't run some frivolous errands, but the play time was worth it.

5. I got an email from J-bob this evening. The P.S. left me in tears. It was so sweet and nice, and he had read my mind. I have had a few days of intense home sickness, and I always miss he and Jillo and Cgrace, so it was just wonderful to hear what he had to say.

6. Speaking of Cgrace, her show opens tomorrow, and I am SO proud of her! I wish I was there to see it in person!!

Sweet Dream.