Like, not having hot water in our cute inexpensive motel for the second day running.
Like, falling down like a dope after tripping over a curb, breaking the lens on your camera, the second camera to bite the dust in the last 12 months.
Like, running out of clean socks.
That said, life’s still pretty good.
There so much good stuff to write about, I don’t even know where to begin.
Let’s start with the obvious. First, I get to be married to the most wonderful person in the world, and have been so for five years yesterday. Happy Anniversary, to her turniptude, the dubstress, T-Dubarino, Teresita!
Second, happy first birthday to Hope, one of the two best nieces a guy could have.
And then the assorted great stuff we’ve done today. We rode the bus to Flax in the morning. After lunch, we went to a really nifty street fair at the San Francisco Center for the Book. In addition to seeing a lot of book artists and letterpress printers selling really cool work, there were a bunch of people making these huge prints by inking linoleum cuts and running them over with a steamroller. I will almost certainly write more about this on the Rainy Planet Press Blog soon. After that, we walked to the Mission district and nearly drown in the hipsterdom of it all. I enjoy stopping in at 826 Valencia and some of crafty shops. A lot of the shops on Valencia Street felt a lot like Magpie, but amped up and stretched across a bunch of shops stretching for five or six blocks. Just to keep it real and remind you that the Mission isn’t completely totally gentrified yet, we saw a (possibly homeless) guy unconscious on the street, two police officers bringing a guy in handcuffs back to the scene, with some witnesses saying “yeah, that’s him; he kept kicking him in the stomach”.
And then we had another fabulous dinner at an Italian place not so far from our cute motel.
And yet, despite it all, travel fatigue has officially set in. I’m getting to the point where I am really missing the cats, and just feel like sitting at home all day.