Out at Breakfast

I was at Breakfast with Daisy Jones and the Six. The server came up to me and asked how the book was, excited when she saw the title. I gave her a vague “it reads like a Rolling Stones article.” She asked if I meant that it just goes on without real chapters and then said she’s been wanting to read it. I was surprised she knew what I meant, but I am guessing she had heard about the book.

Later, after three cups of coffee, she came back and asked me if I’d like more coffee. I didn’t say what I wanted to, which was “sure, if you’d like me to stay here and you have to deal with me bouncing off the walls all day.” I just declined a fourth cup. She offered me water. Maybe she read my mind?

I left there considering bringing the book to her when I finish it. I know where she works, so I suppose I could. I wonder if she’d appreciate it.

Quitting a Challenge

(quitting a challenge)

The article linked above talks about the stress of the annual challenge on Goodreads.  I understand what the author is going through.  A couple of years ago, I knew I wasn’t going to meet my challenge, so I started stressing about it.  I would hide away and read every moment I could.  Finally, during one of my rants, I had someone tell me,  “What will happen if  you don’t meet your challenge?”  Well, honestly, nothing.  Other than feeling disappointment in myself, nothing would happen if I missed my goal.  Life got in the way that year.  There wasn’t anything I could do about it.  Reading should be enjoyable, not stressful.

I do disagree with the author in that I don’t think that audiobooks are cheating, as she claims.  When I make my goal for the year, I set it with all books in mind.  Audiobooks are part of my count.  So are children’s books.  Now, I am not going to read the children’s books just to up my count.  I am reading them because I hadn’t read them before.  Audiobooks are counted since I finish one every two or three weeks.  I only listen to them in the car, so my time is limited to times that I am in the car alone.

I also disagree with the author because rereads count in the challenge.  Whenever you mark a book as read, as long as you put the date in as a date that is within the challenge time, it counts.

I don’t judge the author for quitting.  If something is stressing you out, and you can change that something, change it.  If that means quitting a self-imposed challenge, quit it.  Do what you need to do to make your life less stressful.

Sutro baths and heights tour

I grew up in San Francisco. I have been to the ruins of the Sutro baths many times, but didn’t really have a feeling for what was where. I got the opportunity to take a tour with a docent and it became very clear.

Unfortunately, the photos I took wouldn’t clarify it for anyone else, either. The walk was beautiful and so was the day. I am planning on going back there soon to explore on my own. I missed the labyrinth, for sure.

Sutro baths

The three photos above were taken from inside the visitor center. I did buy a book of photographs from the heyday of the baths.

The map above gives an idea about what everything was.

On the far right, you can see the settling pond, the diving pool, and the filtration tanks. The other pools are underwater. You can see them when you are closer. They are over-filled with fresh water from a spring that’s uphill from the pools.

The settling pond was originally supposed to be a man-made aquarium. It would fill like a tide pool from caves that are to the right of this photo.

The view from inside the cave nearby.

The water used to fill here before going through the cave to the settling pool.

The Ohlone tribe used to come to the area to hunt and fish for thousands of years before Sutro arrived. One of the sites was preserved. The elements were wearing it down, so the tribe helped the parks department keep it safe so that no one would damage it.

Sutro Heights

Sutro lived in a house on the land that is now the park. The cement statues are duplicates of marble statues from around the world. There were many statues when Sutro lived there, but vandalism and theft ruined them over the years.

This is part of the entrance to the park. This is on the right side. There used to be a stone gate above them, marking the entrance.

This is a copy of the fountain base that used to stand in the park, in front of the conservatory of flowers that was in Sutro Heights. A Volkswagen took out the original as they were attempting to move it after copying it. There is a carriage circle from the days when horses and carriages would bring people to the park.

There were also benches that I may go sit on to read one of these days. It was a beautiful area.

The view from Sutro Heights, which would have been similar to the view from the house. Playland at the beach would have been to the left of the photo, instead of the housing.

This is around the back of where the house used to be.

The well house never had a well inside. It was purely decorative, but had troughs for the horses that would come through the park.

There used to be stores up and down the street near the entrance of the baths. Only Louis’ is left. My daughter and I had lunch there, just to say we had.

It was a great day out. We didn’t even have to travel far.

Feeling Accomplished

This morning, I got up early and went to the gym to swim.  I did a short swim, since it’s been so long since I have been in the pool.  I got in the hot tub after the swim, but I found that they had turned the temperature down, so it wasn’t a decent soak.  I went into the steam room, and enjoyed that until the steam kicked into high gear and scared me.  I felt like I was in Stephen King’s, The Mist.  Loved that book, but it scared the crap out of me.

After I showered with the low pressure water, including getting the shampoo out of my hair completely, and fully shaving my legs for a change, I got dressed and went out to the car.  I realized that I had too much time on my hands before I had to be at work.  I filled up my windshield washer reserve.  I vacuumed my car, but barely.  Then I headed to Starbucks in search of coffee.

I got to work without spilling the coffee, and I remembered to park in the new spot.  We will get ticketed if we park where I used to park.  After warming up the machines at work, and treating a few patients, we had a break.  I called the bank that has been emailing me over and over again.  “Your account has a low balance.”  “You seem to have forgotten the answer to your challenge question.”  I don’t have an account with that bank.  The person I spoke to told me that I could fix it easily by changing my email address.  No.  Just stop emailing me.  She said the only way to do that is to pop my head into the local branch and tell them what’s going on.  Ok, where’s the closest to me?  Sorry, we have no branches in California.  Great!

My doctor is changing practices.  I have been trying to get myself into the new practice, and bring my medical records with me.  It’s been one thing after another.  The old place won’t help me because they aren’t affiliated with the new practice.  Ok.  The new practice can’t request my records, I have to have the old practice send them.  I finally got the old practice to send them, but, because the doctor isn’t yet at the new practice, I can’t have them sent until I have an account at the new practice.  I called the new practice back to find out about getting an account set up.  They can’t accept the medical records until the doctor actually starts working, in August sometime.  They did set up an account for when the doctor gives them her schedule.  I hope things will smooth out once the doctor moves.

I got several blog posts posted.  I had started writing them a while ago, but I finally got around to publishing them.

I also had lunch.  Accomplishment!  Next I’ll be starting my after work list.

County fair

We went to the county fair yesterday.  In the middle of a heatwave.  I took some photos, but not too many this year.

Scrabble game sponsored by the library.

Bookmobile to go with my previous post, (Libraries on Wheels).


The exotic animals this year were from Australia.  We weren’t able to see the sugar glider, because it was daytime, and the gliders are nocturnal.

The kangaroos and wallabies did not line up under their individual signs, but they were still fun to look at.

They had the cows, goats, sheep, and rabbits.  No chickens this year, because of a bird virus going around.  No one wants their chickens to catch it, so they got to stay home this year.

There were science projects and puzzles for the kids to do.

We ended up leaving fairly early, since it was way too hot to be out there.  It was a tradition to go, so we did manage about 3 hours at the fair.  No fair food, since no one wanted to walk around with a stomach ache.  Maybe next year.

At the gym… Fitbit and other challenges

Today’s goal was to hit the gym.  I wanted to swim, but I was just too blah when I got there.  I had to change the billing card on the membership, so I had to go.  I ended up on the treadmill for a short while, trying to catch up on my fitbit steps.  I stayed on the treadmill until my foot started to hurt.  I didn’t even make it a half a mile on the darn thing, but I met my goal.  I went to the gym.  Baby steps.  I also got some of my audiobook, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, done.  I have about 4 hours left in it, and it’s due back on Wednesday.  Hopefully, I’ll make it.  The bookclub for that one isn’t until mid-July, so I can afford a little time on the waiting list, again.

My other goal was to find my shower bag for the gym, so I can actually swim before work.  Found it!

I was supposed to go to the pharmacy and to the post office, too.  I only made it to the post office.  I forgot about the pharmacy.  Hopefully, I’ll make it tomorrow, or one of my kids will.

My swim bag is packed for tomorrow, except for socks.  Best laid plans…

The garbage, recycling, and compost are out.  We only had one minor incident there, involving a man walking by and ogling my daughter.  The dogs took offense, and the man went off screaming.  They are just noisy dogs.  The guy didn’t know they are big chickens and their barks are worse than their bites.  At least the dogs keep it interesting around here.