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What I Did On My Weekend
Apr. 18th, 2010 09:30 pmFirst, following up on an earlier survey, I checked out seven items, six novels and one nonfiction.
I had the pleasure of spending a beautiful weekend outside: on Saturday I walked from the Ferry Building farmer's market to the very top of Nob Hill, and then back down as far as Union Square, where I peaced out with Ursula Le Guin nonfiction and chatted with Albertan tourists. In such weather the snows of Alberta, CA sound exotic and enticing. When I finally got home I had a long phone conversation with a good friend, ate too many cookies, and took a nap.
Sunday's planned early excursion was scuttled when I went to find the sunblock. In the process I found a medicine cabinet of expired vitamins, minerals, antacids, crumbling band-aids, and other first aid supplies, and I was inspired to toss everything past its use-by date. So it took five minutes to get my roommate's SPF Overkill sunblock, and 60 minutes (give or take) to clean up the consequences.
My Sunday afternoon goal was the Cherry Blossom Festival parade, which was a delightful excuse to sit in the sun for hours with JD and his boyfriend, doing nothing of significance, in the name of Culture. Or at least in the name of Really Big Drums. The remainder of the festival was sort of a wash; we met up with mutual friend KA after the parade to find that the crowds were large and the food lines long. Ultimately we repaired to KA's for gyoza and conversation, accomplishing some small errands along the way, and spent several hours out of the sun - probably to my benefit, since I was already pink, and freckled in unexpected spots. I took the bus home after dark, and as the engine labored to push over the hills I found myself looking over the City and recognizing landmarks, lit for human splendor and glory, under a waxing crescent moon.
I still don't have a job, but I'm getting some other goals accomplished in the meantime.
I had the pleasure of spending a beautiful weekend outside: on Saturday I walked from the Ferry Building farmer's market to the very top of Nob Hill, and then back down as far as Union Square, where I peaced out with Ursula Le Guin nonfiction and chatted with Albertan tourists. In such weather the snows of Alberta, CA sound exotic and enticing. When I finally got home I had a long phone conversation with a good friend, ate too many cookies, and took a nap.
Sunday's planned early excursion was scuttled when I went to find the sunblock. In the process I found a medicine cabinet of expired vitamins, minerals, antacids, crumbling band-aids, and other first aid supplies, and I was inspired to toss everything past its use-by date. So it took five minutes to get my roommate's SPF Overkill sunblock, and 60 minutes (give or take) to clean up the consequences.
My Sunday afternoon goal was the Cherry Blossom Festival parade, which was a delightful excuse to sit in the sun for hours with JD and his boyfriend, doing nothing of significance, in the name of Culture. Or at least in the name of Really Big Drums. The remainder of the festival was sort of a wash; we met up with mutual friend KA after the parade to find that the crowds were large and the food lines long. Ultimately we repaired to KA's for gyoza and conversation, accomplishing some small errands along the way, and spent several hours out of the sun - probably to my benefit, since I was already pink, and freckled in unexpected spots. I took the bus home after dark, and as the engine labored to push over the hills I found myself looking over the City and recognizing landmarks, lit for human splendor and glory, under a waxing crescent moon.
I still don't have a job, but I'm getting some other goals accomplished in the meantime.
