Monday, January 25, 2016

This actually happened

On Saturday afternoon, in the lull between storm and blizzard, a neighbor took her dog for a walk around the complex. Her husband watched her from their window. He could see the guy with a gun approaching her. 

He heard the shot and feared his wife was dead. 

Thankfully, she wasn't injured. The shooter - also a resident of this complex - shot Mabel, the dog. 

There was a shooting in my complex on Saturday. 

Wait, let me write that again, because I really can't believe it. 

There was a shooting in my complex on Saturday. 

Mabel was injured, but she'll be fine. Her owners  are livid. The shooter was not arrested.

Right, so there's a guy living here who's cracked out or something and unprovokedky shooting dogs.

I've had my tires slashed and car broken into. I have had my apartment robbed and set on fire. I've been sort of assaulted with a liquor bottle in a bus stop and threatened by a homeless person around the corner from my house. But I have never felt as unsafe in my surroundings as I have since moving here.

Shit happens and urban living has a dangerous edge to it, but this is beyond the risks I'm willing to take to live my life. My lease is up at the end of May, but I'm
probably breaking it. I would like to pack up and move to San Francisco right now, but I don't know if that's feasible yet. So I don't know where I'm going, but it'll definitely be someplace where Posey and I are safer.

Because I don't know what I would do if anything happened to my cute puppy.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

So we got a little snow

Maybe two feet? I can't say for sure because my ruler is too small to measure it. The snow has stopped and it's a beautiful day, but I can't get out of my complex. 

I'll be housebound for a couple of days. Time to get a few projects finished. 

Saturday, January 23, 2016


I'm not even sure I can wrap my head around this storm. It's been snowing since early afternoon yesterday. The snow is taller than the dog, and the storm won't end till early tomorrow.

It's cold. It's windy. There's talk of potential power outages. I would have no heat source if my power goes out - and it goes out during most thunderstorms. 

This will be my only east coast winter. 

Monday, January 18, 2016

Posey says hi!

Putting on my sorting hat

In the year or so that we were cleaning out my parents' house, I shipped 72 items to San Francisco. Most of those 72 items were boxes - many filled with kitchen supplies, fancy crystal and china, and the things your parents keep for their kids. I took some furniture and a few bigger items, some because I wanted to keep them, and some because it was easier to ship them than to sort them at the time.

I did quite a bit of sorting before I moved, but I still had a few things I wasn't quite ready to deal with yet, and one chest my sister needed to look through before I emptied its contents to the trash or donation piles. The chest has been in my way here, though it wasn't in San Francisco. There's no good place to store it, and it was taking up valuable space.

I emptied that chest this weekend, sending most of its contents to Goodwill, some to my sister, and a small box back to my closet.  The chest itself was too bulky to fit in my car, and Goodwill probably wouldn't have taken it anyway. Thankfully, the bulk trash spot in my complex doubles as a free-furniture mart. I'm pretty sure it'll be picked up my somebody in need before the end of the day. I'm happy for that, but the emotional toll of that work has left me sitting on the couch, eating ice cream and trying not to cry.

I'm planning for a 2016 move back to the west coast, and I want that move to be easier - and cheaper. But more than that, I want to be surrounded by items that make me happy, or at least ones that don't make me sad. I have made tremendous headway on that in the past couple of years. This weekend's work was a good next step.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

The new Christmas burrito tradition

When my sister announced she wasn't taking our traditional beach vacation this year, I scrambled to find a flight to San Francisco. One phone call later and I had a place to stay and some lunch and dinner dates lined up. I was headed home.

I needed the time with friends, and the solitude of the ocean at sunset. I needed my favorite places and people. And I needed some food. 

My current home is known for lots of things. A good burrito isn't at the top of the list. So the closest taqueria was my first stop after getting into the city. 

I enjoyed a huge burrito and a Mexican Coke. It was delicious. And a new Christmas day tradition was born. I might even go back to the same Bernal Heights spot this Christmas. 

Thursday, January 14, 2016

I know it's been too long when I have to jog my brain for my password

I have hundreds of stories in my head, and I wish I had the time to write them all. I went to San Francisco for Christmas! One of the walkstars came to visit me! Work had a very successful start to the year! It's motherfuckingfreezing here and I hate winter!

I spent Christmas Day evening at Ocean Beach, scheming how to get my butt back to San Francisco in a permanent way. 2016 is my year, and the details are coming together. In the meantime I look at pretty pictures and yearn for the ocean.

We had our first snowflakes on Tuesday. Not real snow, just a couple of flakes amid a drizzle. Posey took a flake to the face and ran to hide under the nearest bush. They she ran all the way home. I told her it's ok, we don't have to be a winter-loving family. We can live in perpetual spring.

Fake uggs. They are ridiculous, but after weeks of freezing toes my feet are finally warm. My body is not dealing well with winter, and my lungs are still wracked with asthma. I'm trying to keep from getting down about it, but I'm struggling a little most days. I'm in the midst of the longest bad asthma episode I've ever had, but my five day reprieve in SF was joyous. And a clear indicator that the climate here is not the best for me.

So I've made some resolutions, and set some goals for 2016, and the first great closet purge of the year happens this weekend. I'm hoping to be permanently SF bound in October., but it's never too soon to start downsizing for a move.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

Those tomato thingies, part II

I was slicing up that persimmon in my office kitchen the other day when a colleague came in and commented on my tomato.

She's a native New Yorker and has never lived off of the east coast. She had no idea what a persimmon is.

"Is it like an apple?"
"Yes, just as crunchy, but it's a more mild taste. Would you like to try some?

I sliced off a little piece and offered it to her. She was skeptical, but she took it.

And she liked it!

I'm slowly bringing my California ways into this office, one persimmon at a time.