Our Monday was filled with our daughter and granddaughter. We drove down to San Mateo early in the morning so that Jen could take our car and run errands while we stayed at the house with Leeya and did some chores.
After Leeya’s nap we all took off for Central Park in San Mateo and then stopped at Whole Foods to pick up a few things. Fun time had by all, and I even remembered to take a few pictures for you to see:
Leeya coming through the tunnel
Our girls having fun
It’s Monday, so time for another microfiction story. This one came in way under the 140 characters allowed.
Someday Penny would remember those walks in the woods with nostalgia and wonder where that little girl went.
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Tagged little girls, nostalgia, very short stories, walk in the woods
It was quite a week in San Francisco last week, what with the World Series win by the Giants on Monday night. The celebration started and continued on through Wednesday with the big parade. The town just went crazy and all through the day the crowd of orange moved through the streets. I could sit above the Embarcadero and watch the people, many heading to CalTrain Station, many lining up at the Ferry dock. Public transportation was strained to the limits as it moved almost one million people along their way to and from the parade.
Finally, on Friday, the city was very quiet. No shouting, screaming throngs of people, no horns honking, no sea of orange. Traffic was even light out on the Embarcadero. The day was winding down, quietly, and I was heading to bed, fairly early, as I had to be up on Saturday morning to babysit my delightful granddaughter.
But, lo, the celebration was not over. Just after 9, the tiny studio lit up, as fireworks started, just outside the window, from a barge on the bay. I grabbed my iPhone and started taking pictures. Here are a few:
There were many orange hearts, but this was the best I could do with that little camera.
On Saturday, returning from that babysitting job in San Mateo, I noticed that the S and the F on the hillside of South San Francisco had been painted orange while the rest of the letters remained white. Their salute to the Giants. And so the celebrations continue.
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Tagged Bay Bridge, San Francisco Giants, World Series, celebratiions, fireworks
Although I often participate in Friday Fix-It over at I Heart Faces, I decided I didn’t want to work with a face today, but rather a flower stand I took earlier in the week. Here is my Photoshopped version:
First I posterized it in adjustments; then used smudge stick under artistic filters. I fiddled a little with the numbers on the smudge stick and that was it. My creative endeavor for today.
Remember the cranky toaster? The one I bought to be so thrifty? Well, it’s the same story for the can opener at the tiny apartment. I bought the one you see at the top of this photo at one of those 99 cents stores. I don’t usually shop in those places, but I was looking for inexpensive items for the apartment for which I did not already have one at the Fresno house. You get what you pay for.
The 99cent can opener opened about 9 cans before it disintegrated, as you can see in this photo. Unfortunately, I had just started opening a can of beans when this happened. It was 5:30 on a Saturday night and I was at the tiny apartment by myself.
Fortunately, the very pricey little boutique grocer at the corner was still open and they had the can opener you see at the bottom of the picture. For only 8.99. I could have gotten one like it in Fresno for half that price, but oh no, I had to be thrifty.
I promise I am not going to buy any more cheap utensils or appliances. I have learned my lesson.
The city by the bay celebrated the World Series victory all day with a parade through town and a big rally at Civic Center Plaza.
Since I am not a sports’ fan of any kind, and I usually hate crowds, I hesitated on going to this spectacle. However, the start of the parade was only a few blocks from the tiny apartment, over near the Safeway where I shop, so I decided to give it a try.
I’m glad I did. It was a nice crowd and I managed to work my way to the very front of a group at the corner of Washington and Montgomery, right where the parade began. I had a good view for taking pictures, even if I didn’t know the people in the photos! My friends back in Fresno were excited for me to be there.
The whole day was a love-fest for the citizens of San Francisco and their beloved team that had caused much anxiety throughout the season. The team really was a team of characters who came together, for the love of the game, and pulled off an unbelievable win–the first World Series win in the 52-year-history for the San Francisco Giants.
So, I wonder what the town will do tomorrow?
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The news of the day on the Bay.
Posted in The world and my place in it
Tagged Giants, San Francisco Chronicle, World Series
Here’s another “short” story from StonyRiver’s Microfiction Monday. Hope you all had a wonderful Halloween.
Looking at the picture from a long ago Halloween, Annie wondered whatever happened to that broom. She could use it now to sweep the porch.
I saw these flowers growing on a vine near the sidewalk when we were out on one our walks last week. There are many beautiful homes along State Street in San Francisco, and some have charming front yards.
Does anyone know the name of this flower? I saw one on another blog and asked if the writer knew the name and would stop by and tell us. I hope she does. I have a couple of other photos of the flower on my Flickr account.
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One day this past week I wore a purple jacket and a purple scarf. Someone in the office made a comment about all my purple. Purple is my black. It’s a color that looks good on me, and it was one of the school colors at that inner city high school where I toiled all those years. I probably had enough purple to last two weeks without duplicating an outfit. At one time I even had six pairs of purple shoes. So many that my students noticed, and one wrote a poem about them.
I shared that story with my workmates, and one commented, “So, you like shoes?”
Oh, boy, do I like shoes. Too well. I have 16 pair here in San Francisco, about all that the tiny closet in the tiny apartment will hold. I have about 30 more pair in Fresno, and for the last couple of years I made a rule: for every new pair that came in, an old pair had to go out. I finally reached a point, about a year ago, where I didn’t want to toss any more shoes, so I quit buying. Today I broke the fast.
I had seen these little flats in PayLess Shoe Source a few weeks back and really liked them. Although cheap, I still couldn’t justify buying them. Today, they were on sale for $16 so I got them. Now, I have to figure out which old pair will take a hike. I may be ok, if I leave them here, in SF, because I have a space on the closet floor for them where I had a pair of tennis shoes that I wore back and left in Fresno.
They are not purple as I now buy only black, navy, or brown, colors that work well in San Francisco.
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