Homeless Chickens
For the first time since I’ve been here, the temperature has gone over 80 degrees. I’m actually comfortable. My phone says 89 degrees, so I’ll go with that.
I’ve been working hard on my shut-in status since I’ve moved here. I am working from home, which entails rolling out of bed, putting on something tacky, and parking myself in front of this machine for 8-10 hours per day. I let laundry run while I code, clean up during my lunch hour, and in general enjoy the cool weather and sunshine (…after the fog breaks). I have my groceries delivered on Tuesday. In other words, I don’t leave the house unless I have to. Shut-in++.
So to ruin my shut-in cred, I go out for coffee in the mornings and try to run errands at lunch. And then there are the trips to the city to do random things. A couple of weeks ago Chris and I went with Dan to see Scott Pilgrim at the Metreon (or Vegas-lite, as I will now refer to it). Imagine Neonopolis without slot machines and casinos surrounding it.
I’ve been working on a tiny Experiment Garden in the backyard. By Experiment Garden, I mean “Plant a bunch of crap and see what lives.” Oddly enough, everything is living. I’ve come to the conclusion the only way to lose crops around here is to a) have a black thumb or b) bugs. I have a teeny patch of strawberries, basil, oregano, mint, peas, chamomile, and basil. I had catnip but the neighborhood cats decided it was their own personal weed garden and demolished it within a week.
This last weekend I went with Paul and Mark to go see the Birth of Impressionism at the deYoung. After careful planning, a brunch, and a short drive around some scenic areas, we headed into the city and to the museum. We parked, went in, and tada! It was SOLD OUT. I’m sure there are 100 reasons why they limit vistors, but I mean really. How can you sell out artwork? We bought tickets for a showing 2 weeks from now and headed to the Academy of Sciences instead. According to Paul the ticket girl was checking me out (wtf). Kids everywhere. But it’s a pretty neat museum/aquarium. There are tons of exhibits. At least two trips are required see everything.
After that we headed for cocktails in the Castro. We were derailed by some friends of Paul and Mark’s on the way – one of them saw us driving by and invited is in. After a beer, we headed to the Castro for sushi. And there it was: the crowning moment of our day. A homeless guy begging…while holding a live chicken. Even Paul said “I have now seen it all.” and he’s been here forever.
So that pretty much covered the day. Sold out artwork, lots of fish and reptiles, and live-chicken-holding homeless guys. Take that, Vegas.
Things I have learned since moving here:
You can cram your car into the tiniest spaces
Beautiful architecture can be destroyed by people with lots of money, bad taste, and a can of ugly bright blue paint.
Chickens often make their escape, and when they do they wind up in my yard. It has the best bugs.