An evening out on a Wednesday

I had scheduled an evening out with some people. We were meeting for coffee.

I left home early, intending to stop at the library before the meeting and getting a walk in. I got to the library and found an interesting book right as I walked in the door. The point was to return books. Oh well.

I ended up finishing up the reviews for several children’s books I had checked out and returned them. I realized that I didn’t have my library card with me, since I didn’t carry my whole wallet with me. The librarian was kind enough to let me check the book out with my driver’s license and he told me that I had two holds waiting at a different branch of the library. Ok. Add to this week’s agenda.

I left the library and walked down the street, checking out the different shops along the way. I wandered into the bookstore, of course, and I picked up the schedule for the rest of the month. At first glance, nothing was interesting. I’ll look harder later.

I continued down the street and I was headed to Walgreens. On the way, a gentleman said hello to me. When I said hello back, he informed me that he loved me.

I continued toward Walgreens, with the idea that I’d buy sunblock. Nope. Left the wallet at home, remember?

I found that they hadn’t yet reopened the candy shop that closed last month and the toy store was closed. I didn’t know about the toy store. How sad. 22 years it had been there.

I started walking back to the meeting location and ran into the gentleman who said hello earlier. He had a friend with him and they decided to ask me to take a photo with them. I politely declined and kept walking. A man walking his bike came up behind me and laughed “they didn’t ask me for my picture.” We chatted a bit on the way to the location.

I got to the meeting place a little early, so I settled in with my tea and my kindle, with my usual book to let drop in people know we were the group.

Only the one person who usually shows up at the meetings was there. Everyone else backed out at the last minute, as usual. We chatted for a while then headed home.

I did manage to get my walk in, and was home early enough to do my next day preparations. It was a productive evening, I think.

The Last Ship

Months ago, we got tickets to see The Last Ship. I had heard mixed reviews, so I was curious about I was going to think.

My daughter, who is in cosmetology school, asked to curl my hair before I went, so she’d get practice with hot rollers. Ok. I got up earlier than I normally would and washed my hair. She blew it dry and started setting it. I don’t know how people do this every morning! I am normally a wash and wear girl. My hair is usually pulled up into a messy low bun, emphasis on the messy, or up in a twist with a claw clip holding it up.

It took over an hour to do. It was so curly, I hardly recognized myself. I was assured that it would loosen up.

I walked outside to walk to the train stop. Yep. It loosened. I almost blew away. I made it to the train and was headed on my way.

I was standing on the train, since there wasn’t a seat. A woman around my age was standing next to me. The man next to her sneezed. She jumped onto me to get away from him. She pulled out a handkerchief and covered her mouth and nose with it. I couldn’t help thinking that she was probably transferring all the germs from her hand, which had been holding the bar on the train, through the handkerchief into her nose and mouth, so it wasn’t doing any good. It took everything in me to not give out a little fake cough to see if I could scare her. It didn’t matter, anyhow, since the moment the door opened, she ran out of the train in the opposite direction of the sneezer.

I met my friends at the coffee place before the show. My coworker dropped by quickly just as we were about to head in to the show, so that was nice.

The show was ok. The story was great, but it’s one of those shows that didn’t need to be a musical. It was kind of difficult to understand at the beginning and it wasn’t clear when the story jumped 17 years into the future. I am glad I saw it, but it isn’t on my list of shows I’d like to see again.

After the show, I stopped by an old friend’s birthday party. It was wonderful to see him. I attempted a selfie with him, but it’s still not my talent. We ended up with a misaimed photo, a blurry photo, and a photo where we were laughing but it ended up with both of us in it, so we declared it good enough.

It was a nice day, and was worth the trip out of the house.

Butt Dents

Butt Dents

Woohoo! Muni is bringing back the butt dents! When the new cars were brought in, the butt dents weren’t there, and those of us with short legs and can’t reach the ground were sliding all over the place. I gave up and stood for the most part.

This is much safer than the flat bench-like seats that were on the new streetcars. Not as cushy as Bart seats, but it’s an improvement.

Making friends

I have a friend who is new to the United States. He sometimes takes me too literally. For example, he will start messages with “guess what…” My response is “you’re pregnant?” I am well aware that he’s male. He finally understands that I am teasing.

Yesterday’s item that I was supposed to guess involved a man on the train.  He was reading a book called “How to Make Friends.”  I asked if my friend talked to him.  “no.”  Why not?  You know that he’s trying to make friends.  “How do I know that?”  Because the title of his book tells you.  You are also trying to make friends.  Make an effort to interact with others.  It didn’t sink in, I think, because he went on to other topics.

I was talking to a classmate whose children are close to my age.  She was saying that her husband keeps pushing her to make friends.  She doesn’t know where to meet people.  If she goes to the library, no one talks.  If she goes to a bar, she meets the wrong kind of people.  Where does one go to meet friends once your children are no longer in the playdate age group, and aren’t in school?

There comes a point where it’s difficult to meet people.  Life gets in the way.  Other obligations get in the way.  Make an effort to interact.  You never know what’s going to happen.


Bay Area Book Festival, day 2

(Bay Area Book Festival) article about the festival

When I heard the lineup for the festival, I thought of my mom when I saw that Cathy Guisewite was speaking. So, I got her a ticket and planned to bring her for the Sunday portion.

We headed off on the train early in the morning, with plans to stop at Starbucks at the mall when we changed trains. We forgot that today is Sunday, and the mall opens a little later.

Tayari Jones and Esi Edugyan spoke about their work. They are similar enough to talk together, but different enough to be interesting. I truly enjoyed their talk. I found it funny that Tayari Jones spoke about not writing every day, because if you do, then you aren’t living your life as fully as you can. I touched on this earlier this week when I wrote about (Getting an assistant). I totally agree. Doing your own stuff keeps it interesting. It allows you to write about your adventures. I felt validated.

Half price books was our stop after lunch. I only allowed myself to purchase one book. And it was smaller than the book I handed off to my cousin, so, I am feeling like I am allowed to add to my book stack. Give one, get one? I looked at the Bronte books, but didn’t touch.

This is the portable train set from the kid area. I found it interesting.

Cathy Guisewite was the last writer we heard from. She was interviewed by Leah Garchik, who is an amazing writer on her own. I enjoyed it, but I had to move into the sun.

We started to head home. Mom had to stop for kettle corn. We got on Bart and made all of our train connections. We transferred at the mall, and stopped at the restroom where a “gentleman” decided that I needed to be told exactly what he’d like to do to me, which was not repeatable. He was Klassy. With a capital K. My response. “Thanks! Have you met my mom?” He was rather confused, but undeterred. It entertained me. Mom was a tad confused, but she should be used to me by now. We got into the train station, figuring he wouldn’t follow us because of security. He didn’t.

We got home safely. Without our Klassy friend.

I have books to add to my to be read (tbr) list. I’ll get to them one of these days.

Bay Area Book Festival 2019, day one

My cousin and I went to the book festival two or three years ago. I don’t remember why I didn’t make it last year, but I suspect that it had to do with my foot surgery.

My cousin and I decided to discuss the plan for the weekend ahead of time. It was too much to discuss by text, so we decided to go with the old fashioned phone call. So, the scheduling auction began. Can’t call before 3, since we’re working. Can’t call on Wednesday since there’s dress rehearsal after 6 pm and she’s busy earlier. Friday is the show, so that left Thursday at 4, but until 5:45 was ok. Great! Schedule it!

We had a loose plan. Sometimes we will be together, sometimes going to different talks and meeting up afterward. We decided to meet at the Bart station.

This morning, I was about to leave to catch the train when my daughter came downstairs and announced her intention to leave for the day. I asked her to drop me off at the station that was close to where she was going, to cut some time off my journey. She agreed, and I remembered the tickets at the last minute, and found my phone in my pocket after looking for it for ten minutes.

I got onto the train and didn’t realize that I was on the wrong line. I realized it two stops past where I was supposed to transfer. I got off the train and started to try to figure out where I’m headed. I am assuming I looked as confused as I was, since someone pointed to the stairs for me. I thanked him and told him where I was supposed to be. He told me which train I needed, which was a great help.

Train delays. Great. Only fifteen minutes late. We arrived at the festival in time to get our wristbands and we made it to the first planned talk. Unfortunately, my camera decided to not to take the photo of the author and interviewer. Kwame Onwuachi talked about his book and the struggles he’s faced as a young black chef. The book sounds interesting.

After the talk we decided to walk around and grabbed lunch before the next talk.

The second talk we heard was from an author who posed under cover as a prison guard in Louisiana. Shane Bauer talked about his experience and his book. I need to read American Prison. It’s on my library list now.

The third talk was Adam Hochschild. I hadn’t read any of his books, but my cousin was interested. We got there just as they ran out of seats. We got to hear him speak and I added his books to my library list.

We headed back early, since it was an exhausting day already. I found (this article) on the founding of the festival.

It was an uneventful ride home, other than I made progress on Daisy Jones and the Six. I got into pjs as soon as I got home. Another big day tomorrow.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on Stage

My friend’s family had tickets to go see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Two of them couldn’t go, so she asked me to go. She also asked if I knew anyone else who would go with us. Yes. I did. One of my friends had mentioned that she wanted to go, so I took a shot and asked if she wanted to come. She said she would! Yay!

I got up and headed to catch the train. The train was two stops away when I got to my stop. I was settling in to wait to get on the middle part of the train when I saw two women frantically running to catch the train. They were waving and screaming and running down the middle of the lane of traffic. Suddenly a fire truck starts coming up the street. Then the women were really screaming. It didn’t occur to them to get onto the sidewalk, I guess.

I made a side trip to Dog Eared Books as part of independent bookstore day. I hadn’t been there before, even though I’d passed it many times in my travels. It is both a new and used bookstore, with the books mingled on the shelves. Interesting technique, but it works. I was going to have breakfast in the neighborhood, but every breakfast place was too crowded.

I continued down toward my main stop and grabbed a snack at the mall. I went to the art store and picked up paint for class next week. Then I went to meet my friends at the coffee shop near the theater. I had tea and read while I waited. I made progress on my book, but didn’t finish anything.

We went into the theater once my other friend arrived. The seats were great. The show was funny. It was well worth the trip to go see it.

I headed back home to meet my family for my daughter’s birthday dinner. That was nice, and it made for an early evening because we started earlier than expected.


When I first heard of Falsettos, I knew I wanted to go. I hemmed and hawed over getting tickets. I asked several friends if they wanted to go with me, but they all declined.

I did have a friend who was going, but she and her family already had their tickets, so I decided to go the same day they were going, so I could meet them before for coffee. I had tea.

I took public transportation to the theater, as usual. On the way to catch the train, a pedestrian sneezed. I blessed her, of course. She turned around to ask what I said, then told her companion that I had done that. She was surprised.

The train itself was uneventful, but when I got out of the station, there was a gentleman on a microphone telling us that if we were there instead of in church, we were going to hell. Ok. Well, he wasn’t in church, either. Does that mean he’s going? Around the corner from him was another gentleman telling us that Jesus doesn’t want us doing anything but think of Jesus. No walking. No eating. No smoking. No drinking.

They had been complaining about going for weeks. No one they knew liked the show, and they informed me that they were planning on leaving at intermission. I figured that even if I hate it, I’m sticking it out because it’s not like a book where I could pick it up later. They were still complaining over coffee.

The first half dragged on and on. The music wasn’t catchy and it was pretty much a set up for the second half. It lasted just over an hour. It could have been set up in fifteen minutes.

My friends left at intermission. The second half started. The music was peppier and the story livened up a lot. It had laugh out loud and chuckle parts. About halfway through the second half you could see it darkening up and I could tell what was going to happen. It wasn’t uplifting, but it was good.

Really, if it hadn’t been for the first half, I would have truly enjoyed the play. About a third of the audience left at intermission and wasn’t sticking around to see how it turned out.

After the play, I went to the art supply store for new brushes. I walked through the area where the tourism information center was. It was full of drug dealers and people playing music too loud. Wouldn’t you think that if they were trying to promote tourism, they’d attempt to clean the area up?

I took public transportation part way home. The lady next to me sneezed and I blessed her. She talked about her allergies and which pollen is in the air in our area. I caught an uber to get the rest of the way home. At least he was silent all the way home.


I woke up very excited to see Hamilton. Up and dressed and out the door about fifteen minutes later than I wanted to be, but still on time.

I boarded the train. I have taken this train hundreds of times over the course of my life, so I know which direction to head. The announcement tells me I’m going the opposite direction. I shrug it off.

The next announcement is telling us that we shouldn’t board because the train is out of service. Ummm, we’re already on here.

The announcements finally started making sense and a couple came on with a small dog that looked like Stitch. He had a squeaky toy and happily squeaked the whole trip.

Lunch with my friends was good. They were early. I was on time. The waitress had them order early, so we were served in stages. I truly dislike when that happens.

We arrived at the theater and settled into our seats. I really enjoyed the show. At intermission, I ran to the restroom, and the line was so long that by the time I got back to my seat, the lights were dimming for the second half.

The second half was so much better, I thought. The woman next to me and the woman behind me broke down sobbing, ugly sounding snot and all. Ew.

After the show, I got a pen for donating money to their cause. It said “grab a pen and write.” I love that message, since I’ve noticed how therapeutic writing here is. Yes, I’m aware that there’s no pen used here. I wanted the bag that said “women in the sequel,” but I really didn’t need another bag.

I snuck out the side entrance and headed to the main library. I am still looking for the rest of the Game of Thrones books in the $1 section of the library store. I go back next week, so I’ll look again.

The ride home on the train was uneventful, other than a woman screaming into her cell phone, and then finding out that the woman she was speaking to was on the train with us.  She went and spoke very loudly to the woman face to face.

I went home and tackled chores.  It’s going to be an early night tonight.

Today’s journey

I was awoken early this morning by my mom telling me that my dad had passed away. The hospice nurses warned us yesterday that it was coming soon.

We contacted those who needed to know immediately. My aunt stepped in to help plan everything. It looks like plans are all in place.

I left the house to complete two errands that I had already planned. One was to return library books, of course. I grabbed lunch while I was there.

I feel bad that I left the house, but Mom wasn’t left alone. I needed to go do something productive. Everything else is already being taken care of. Thankfully, we have a lot of supportive friends and family nearby.

It wouldn’t have been a trip to the library if I wasn’t on public transportation. The entertainment was a guy yelling that he was on the wrong train, then swearing at the doors until they opened at the next stop. He didn’t get off the train, though. Maybe he was on the right train all along.