International night

My daughter’s dance troop was asked to perform at international night at an elementary school.

There were several other dance troops there.

This was part of the Tahitian group that included my friend’s daughter. I hadn’t seen my friend in quite a while, so it was nice to catch up a bit.

This is part of the Hawaiian troop that one of my daughter’s instructors dances with.

The performances went smoothly, other than a few technical difficulties with the music and microphone.


I had little on yesterday’s agenda, and Shazam was playing nearby, so I decided to take myself to the movies.

The movie was cute. It wasn’t the same as when I was a kid watching it on Saturday morning cartoons, but I laughed a lot and followed the action.

After the movie, I stopped at Starbucks then at the book store. I browsed for a long time. Independent book stores are great. I always want to buy them out. Today, the employees were discussing an upcoming contest involving guessing how many objects are in a jar. One was arguing that they can’t do that because someone can do the math and figure out the exact amount. No one is going to do that was the argument back. I pitched in my two cents. These are readers, not mathematicians, plus no one is going to take the trouble to figure it out mathematically.

I took the train home. I got to the station and just missed a train. I looked at the board and there was nothing listed for upcoming trains for my line. I was really confused. I went up to the board that showed each train and where it was on the line. There was a train about 8 stops away. And one ten stops away. “29 minute wait.” Something was definitely wrong with the system. I watched the train move closer and closer. It arrived about fifteen minutes after I arrived at the station. So much for 29 minutes. On the way home, the drive was smooth, other than the driver stopping at a stop that isn’t a stop anymore. Scenic route, I guess.

It was a nice, mostly uneventful day. I should have more of those.

Walking in the city

I missed several lectures on following the scenic drive route in San Francisco.  Two women, Kristine Poggioli and Carolyn Eidson  wrote a book, Walking San Francisco’s 49 Mile Scenic Drive, and had been lecturing at various libraries.  I really wanted to hear them speak, but my schedule didn’t allow it, over and over.  I bought the book, and decided that I would start working on my on foot tour of the scenic parts of the city.  Bite by bite.

I also got a book recommendation for Cool Grey City of Love by Jane Chamberlin.  I haven’t opened the book yet, but it is apparently about different historical events that happened on different San Francisco streets.

Using these two books as tools, I am planning on walking San Francisco.  It will take me a long time, but I’ll work on it.  I have a friend who was going to walk with me, but she backed out.  I think I can manage at least part of the books each month.  Alone or with company.

What’s in the box?

I went to dinner and a movie with my cousin tonight. On the way to the theater, we dropped in to visit her wife at work. She is a pastry chef teacher and sent me home with a box of goodies.

I carried the box to purchase the tickets at the theater. The register locked up, so we had to wait for the tickets. We were early, so it was fine.

I carried the box to wander around the courtyard outside the building. I carried it up to the theater and to our seats. It sat in my seat when I went to the restroom. I briefly thought about opening it and seeing what was in it before the movie, but I didn’t think I could tie the box again. It waited patiently for us to finish our movie (Captain Marvel).

The box sat quietly on the table while we ate dinner. It sat on the seat next to me on the train while I was headed home. I found myself talking to myself on the train, and the guy near me decided it was in his best interest to move a few seats away. The box didn’t care. A gentleman decided that he needed to punch the windows in the train. I think he was trying to steal my thunder.

The box and I walked home. I did a few chores and my daughter cut the string.

Beautiful pastries. I am thankful for my family. The outing with my cousin was well worth it, with or without the box.

Parking for the weekend

One thing I love about living in an area with public transportation is that I can get home from work on a Friday and park my car. I won’t have to move it until Monday morning when I go back to work. I mentioned this to someone and his response was that he can do that, just by not going anywhere all weekend. I rarely stay home all weekend.

Friday night, I parked. I stayed in. Saturday, I went to the play, so I took public transportation. Sunday, I was just going to lunch and then not doing much.  The dog changed that.  But, for the most part, the car stayed where it was.  We took my daughter’s car.