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Coast Tour For No Good Reason

On Sunday I thought it would be a good idea to go check out Sutro Baths. I’d never been, and figured I’d better go see them before they disappear into nothingness forever. We caught the N and made a stop in the Sunset so I could go to the shoe store where they give you a diagnostic and tell you what kind of shoes you should be wearing for the activities you plan to participate in. Due to the endless walking, my feet have started to hurt. Most of my shoes are fairly comfortable, but aren’t really made for pounding the pavement. I got me some nice Asics in a lovely white and blue.

I put them on and walked out the door, determined to break them in on my way from Ocean Beach to Sutro Baths and beyond. Turns out the walk we were about to take was going to go far FAR beyond Sutro Baths. Once we’d puttered around the ruins, walked through the cave, and worried about all the little kids who were sure to fall in the mucky water, we headed up the hill to the north, slightly away from the parking lot stairs. A little way past the Baths area we saw a trail, and decided to follow it. It hooked up to a system of coastal trails headed in and out of the Presidio and probably head south down the coast as well. We walked it with only a few people passing us the other direction for about an hour until we came to Lands End. Then it was a short walk past the golf course and into one of the fanciest neighborhoods in San Francisco. Jeepers, some of these houses made me squeal in their excess. A quick turn down a dead end street and we found the entrance to Baker Beach where we patronized some portapotties that definitely make my top ten list of Worst PortaJohn’s EVER, and had some of my Aztec Salad (I made that up, it was quinoa and veggies like chayote squash and heirloom tomato with a little cayenne).

I wanted to go up from the coast and walk on the road after this, but I was denied. We kept going on the coast for a while longer until we got to some Presidio buildings we recognized. We cut through some back streets and I showed Peter the Presidio Pet Cemetery. Creepy. THEN we kept going over to Chrissy Field and ALMOST to Fort Mason before we turned up Fillmore and went to find dome yuppie location to have dinner.

We walked from 2pm until about 7:30. I don’t know how far those trails are, 8 to 10 miles. My feet are sore. My ass is sore too. Even my arms are a little sore. My shoes are totally broken in.

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SF School District Building

Spring Cleaning

Everybody knows that summer in San Francisco comes in September and October, so it’s really pretty good timing on my part. I have replaced the dinette set with a little beech and stainless breakfast bar and cleared all the papers that used to sit on the table. Got a chair from a pal and put my old blue swivelly cat scratched chair out on the sidewalk; and replaced the ripped shitty loveseat with a new unripped shitty couch. This weekend I gave away my old monitor and put a flat panel in its place.

I am no longer lumpy and old. I am sleek and refined.

The closet could still use some work, but I did throw out all my old ratty underwear and socks. Yesterday I bought a variety of mason jars and organized my rice, quinoa, and orzo collection. I have repotted plants and am even considering mopping. Slowly slowly I throw more away… Like the 12-year-old hard drives that may or may not have some email I saved in 1995 on them and 10-year-old half-filled bottles of shampoo.

Exciting. I know.

City Hall

All Over Town

I’ve been walking a lot lately. I walk home from work almost every day. It’s about 2 miles. Sometimes a take a longer route over Sutter through Japantown and down Fillmore. That way I can go to the Japanese grocery store. On the regular walk I can stop at a bookstore or window shop in Hayes Valley, or try on one of the fancypants bra’s in that one store over there. I’d really like one of those La Perla SexyTown bra’s in a 34B if anyone wants to get me one. Either color is fine. Some days I walk downtown and go shopping or get a drink with a pal, then bus home from there. The only problem with walking is that I now have to make an extra effort if I want to go to the Mexican/Thai grocery on 16th for cheap sauces. I think I’ll manage.

I’ve walked a lot on the weekends too. Forced some friends to go to the Ren Faire with me. There’s something about being a tourist or going to a faire or being outside in the daytime with a bunch of other people who are out to enjoy themselves that works for me. But I’ve also walked around the City. I no longer feel like it’s a giant pain in the ass to get up and go places. To walk for 30 minutes is more of a pleasure these days. I don’t know what it is really, some sort of brain shift. Except today. Today I have had a pounding headache for about 15 hours.

There are side effects to this walking. I have more energy, I can check out neighborhoods, and I see weird stuff. Yesterday I saw a little black voodoo doll with nappy hair sticking out of a glazed vase on the sidewalk.