Silent book club, 6/23

I arrived at silent bookclub a little early. I was greeted a half block away by a group of naked people trying to legalize nudity on the street. It’s always something.

I wandered down to The Booksmith to continue my independent book store crawl.  It was wonderful.  The books were organized in a way that made sense.  Every book that I looked for was right where I expected it to be.  Thankfully, though, they have The Bindery just up the street to hold their author talks and other events.

I got to choose my own chair for silent bookclub, while waiting for the others.  There was an author there who was talking to The Bindery’s employee about carrying his book, Run Wild by David Covell.  They did have it in stock.  During the conversation, the inevitable question “What are you reading?” came up.  The author was reading “On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous” and the employee had just finished it.  I got the look when I mentioned that I had it on hold at the library.

The author handed me a copy of his book to look through, after he asked if I do Goodreads reviews.  I was happy to read and review it.  He was looking around at the books in the store, and asked me what I was reading.  He recommended Frankenstein to me, and was surprised that I hadn’t read it.  I taught him about the PBS The Great American Read, and he asked which one ended up being number one.  I recommended To Kill a Mockingbird, and he was embarrassed to have never read it.  He threw back Call Me by Your Name, telling me about the author being a straight man and how much he’d loved the book.  I tossed in A Tree Grows in Brooklyn and we went on to reading silently.

I got a library book finished, and the book that was handed to me.  I got a good chunk of Kept read, and a couple of chapters of Mrs. Everything.  It was a productive couple of hours.

 

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.

Doing a favor for a friend

A friend asked me to do a favor for her at 4 am today. I said no problem. Alarms all set, I went to sleep. I woke up at 1 am, and realized that it was possible she meant 4 am Eastern time. Yup! Thankfully, I realized it in plenty of time to get it done. Now I get to sleep in, feeling accomplished.

In theory, that is. I got the order done, but the card I tried to use didn’t want to work, so I had to fully wake up to figure out why and what to do. Then I tried to email her the confirmation that I’d accomplished my middle of the night task, but my address book on my email account decided that it wasn’t going to work. I had to hand type her email address in. Thankfully, I knew it, but suddenly blanked on if it was yahoo or gmail. I guessed right.

Of course, by then I had to get up and use the bathroom, because what else does one do in the middle of the night?

I got back in bed and had to find extra blankets since our heatwave finally broke and my toes were cold.

I didn’t eat much dinner because I wasn’t hungry at dinner time. I don’t want to get up and eat at this time of night because I don’t want to let my stomach think that it’s an option. I’ll drink water, so I’ll have to get up and use the bathroom again in an hour or so.

I don’t know where my purse is with my kindle on it, and I don’t want to fall asleep with my reading light on, so I decided to write here instead of read. It didn’t make me tired, though. I think I’m going to have to bite the bullet and find the purse.

Now that I’ve found the purse by getting up and turning on the light, I should be fully awake.

And I just remembered that my daughter reminded me right before bedtime that I told her I’d drive her and a friend somewhere with no parking in the morning. At least her version of morning starts closer to noon than most people’s version of morning.

It’s 2 am now. I am going to stop writing and read for a little while. Hopefully I’m tired enough that a little while won’t take me to morning. Goodnight!

Curing Social Media Addiction

(curing social media addiction)

This is a linked article on substituting books for social media.  It’s talking about what a time sucker social media can be.  It’s not curing procrastination, but finding something else to do in its place helps.

The author read 5 books in the month that he went off social media.  I do that on a normal month.  Imagine what I could accomplish if I read instead of doing other things.  Hmmm.  Am I going to try it?  Not yet.  Maybe someday.

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.