My favorite place to lay in the fetal position. Don't get me wrong I love the shack and the work but our apartment in SF is the perfect retreat. The oil faux work I did over 25 years ago is aging nicely. The idea that it will be painted out after we leave is really painful. Technically it could last as long as the apartment building does. Before our building was divided into a different family settlement the original owner's son stated he would rent the apartment as is to the next tenant and they wouldn't be allowed to paint it out. Now, it will be gone the next day.
Both are aging beautifully! One just turned 25.
Finally got rid of the 32" monster. What a job, wedged into the tansu as it was. Never has 120 pounds weighted so much. Once I got it out I realized I needed a truck to get rid of it. Then the real ordeal started. It turns out no one takes them any longer and hasn't for several years. Jimmy, my buddy with the pickup, said the sucker stayed in the back of his truck for a long time until he finally dumped it somewhere. The real scandal in today's world--it worked perfect. However, I do understand no one wanting these monsters. The new 55" weigh 20lbs. Duh.
Not my picture of Napa but that's what it looks like. We found ourselves up here for a wine tasting. No matter how many times you go you're happy you went. I'm just happy I can make it a day trip. I like the driving so it's no problem. Staying somewhere when I know my own bed is only 1 1/2 hours away does not appeal to me.
It must be December. The Xmas windows at Nest on Fillmore. They always come up with something. We get to see them constantly as we frequent the Kabuki movie theatre further down the street where we took in all the usual suspects prior to the Oscars.
Denise's new weapon. The sound alone will scare the crap out of someone. I refused to test it on myself. haha.
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| Joni's Christmas visit |
Once again off to the Nutcracker.
Great seats. Front row of the grand tier, left of center. We could see the entire stage plus we were just far enough back so we didn't hear their ballet shoes making noise. I know, princess problems.
Minor drama, one of my crowns fell off just before a party! Super glue to the rescue. Denise was mortified. I still clean up pretty good but the charade ends when I'm missing a tooth! Every time I ate an hors-d'oeuvre at the party Denise had a heart attack. All joking aside, I learned a lot about California and San Francisco rules and regs. I could not find a dentist, albeit it was the week of xmas and new years, but no dentist would see me as my primary dentist was on St John. WTF. Ultimately I had to go go to the only place open during the week, A Russian run implant factory. Actually had good reviews. $3500 for the extraction, the implant, and a temporary tooth, all done in under two hours. What a racket. Return in six months for the new crown. You gotta do what you gotta do!
From the Fisher collection that opened at the new, expanded MOMA. Close up it looked like a jumble of wires.
https://www.sfchronicle.com/art/article/Unraveling-SFMOMA-s-deal-for-the-Fisher-9175280.php
The Waterbar. A great place for a drink etc with a very BAD seating policy. We duck in to catch happy hour. The place is small and packed. Standing room only with peeps waiting for stand up tables, bar seats and a few small tables. We fall in line along the left side up some stairs. With four of us, we pass on some two-seat openings. There's another group in front of us. Peeps keep coming in. Another foursome comes in behind us. No getting on line for them. They literally walk and stand in front of us separating us from the bar and tables. I don't know if they are just looking around or whatever. I give it a few minutes and then I politely tap him on the shoulder informing him there is a line ahead of them. With attitude, he states, there is no line according to the host to which I respond sorry but there is and they are behind us and pointing I say, we are behind this other group. To which he basically says, that's my problem, again with even more attitude. Well, that's when I started dropping the f-bombs making it perfectly clear there is a line and he's on it. Don't raise your voice to me he bellows. Dude, I'm not raising my voice I'm just making it very f'king clear to you there is a line. Now the surrounding bar is listening in. Who's this grandfather throwing around f-bombs! With that, his wife jumps in between us screaming "you men" but directed it at me. Denise, not to be outdone, jumps in and says he's from New York, this is normal for me. Haha. I let them know the bar next door is empty. They leave in a huff.
Moral of the story...I'm going to get myself killed. There's no way I can back up my mouth now!
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| With Buzz, Joni and Denise |
The bar is right at the foot of the bridge.....http://thebaylights.org/
In GoldenGate park next to the DeYoung museum.
And just like that two months fly by and it's back to the salt mines.
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