New shoes!

I was on my way to the store after work when I decided I needed new shoes more than groceries. I got off the cable car at Grant, collected three pair of velvet mary janes, and, since I was there and all, had dim sum for dinner. On the way home I passed the time of day with a saxophone player at Grant and Post, and passed a Chinese violin player at Market and Ellis who was playing something that sounded a whole lot like "Red River Valley." As I got closer to home I was noticing the bougainvillea in the planters in the plaza, thinking about other places I've lived, with and without bougainvillea. Bougainvillea is important.

Waiting in the mailbox at home: jury summons.


Today's earrings: deer, buffalo

Bedtime reading: Come to Dust, Emma Lathen

Today's discovery

Did you know they make cake-batter flavored frozen yogurt? It's really good.


Today's earrings: llamas, buffalo

Bedtime reading: Microserfs, Douglas Coupland

Rumination

So, looking up. Today felt pretty much like a Thursday. The Looming New Year's Deadline was just a feint on the part of my boss, and I really have until April. The stocking stuffers came. I got a random present in the mail. I have holiday lists from everyone, and have even procured presents for many people. "Bunnies." And once again tonight it was the rabbit's foot episode of Supernatural. Bunnies on my blog are like an omen for that ep, or something.

Still missing Tiger's present, and the Wandering Albatross's present is stuck in Bangkok customs, but it'll shake loose eventually, and Tiger's present will come. They have to. Because it's Christmastime.


Today's earrings: llamas, buffalo

Bedtime reading: Longshot, Dick Francis

Because I have no antelope

M fed us brunch, and they worked out a tentative remodel plan for the kitchen at the Dancing Square. Then, because M is wonderful, she took me shoe shopping. :)


Today's purchases: black waterproof mary janes, navy waterproof mary janes

Today's earrings: deer, buffalo

Bedtime reading: Small Gods, Terry Pratchett

Petting zoo postponed

Finished Making Money. (It doesn't quite have the same plot as Going Postal... well, maybe it does.) Late leaving the house.

Tilden was surrounded by detour signs and policemen repelling traffic. We finally found a chink in their armor and slipped through to an unoccupied picnic table by Anza Lake. Threw sticks in the lake with the daughter of friends of friends. Nice girl.

Someone taught D to say, "Acorns are the future," and he brought this out at the table, to great effect. Somewhat later, when most of the assembled had wandered off to throw more sticks in the lake, I looked up and said, "dragonfly." (There was this dragonfly, you see.) At that moment an acorn fell out of the tree we were sitting under and smacked the table right in front of me. The omens are clear: my future is dragonfly.

On the carousel, M was admonished for riding paparazzi-style. Then we went to have a lovely dinner with T&S and A&S.


There are a lot of Ss in this story. Time I came up with better names for you all. A has called Confused Ground Cricket. Who wants to be the the Fainting Goat? Any takers on Grace Darling or Darling Lily?


Today's earrings: llamas, buffalo

Bedtime reading: Sky Island, L. Frank Baum