Meanderings: September 8, 1999

Wednesday,
September 8, 1999

I think it's getting about time to go home. There's still tons of things to see and do in the city, but to be honest I'm getting a little burnt out. It would be nice to be back home, with me tings around me, and able to finish the damn stenciling job on the living room walls (and maybe I'll even get a chance to clear out the yard before the first snowfall!).

But I'm glad we came. I feel pumped and ready to go back to work, both for TBS and on my own stuff. It's amazing how a vacation, especially one spent with a lot of crazy, funny people, can recharge your emotional batteries so thoroughly. And besides, San Francisco is a beautiful city -- I've had a great time just wandering around the different areas, and I now have a good handle on the public transportation system. This is definitely one of the cities where, like New York, it's semi- pointless to bring a car with you, when the buses, trollies, BART and ferries just do a much more efficient job of getting you from point A to point B. Besides which, walking around the place gave me a chance to find all of these incredibly cool shops, bodegas, sushi bars and neat shit stores. You're not going to notice some cute little hole-in-the-wall antique shop if you're busy trying to steer your car down a 7% grade hill with a kamikaze cabbie on your ass, that's for sure.

So I only did a bit of poddling around today. Accompanied Lyndon out to the Embarcadero, where he split off to head up to Coit Tower and take pictures, then continued out to Pier 39 where I bought myself a bottle of water, grabbed a seat in the wind-protected section on the tip of the pier, and wrote for a few hours. I only wish that this damn laptop batter worked properly so that I could take this beast out there -- palmtops are great for restricted spaces like airplane seats and such, but I had an entire picnic table on which to spread my stuff. It turned out to be a pretty productive afternoon in any case, and I also got a lot of ideas for that San Franciscan Victorian dollhouse I'm going to build this winter.

And in the evening? Well, Hurricane Greg dumped a slew of rain, accompanied by thunder and lightning, on the Bay Area, so we slogged back to the room as soon as the wet stuff started falling and. . .went to bed early. Such adventurous tourists we are.

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