Monday, January 31, 2005
We didn't just eat ...
We had a sun shiny weekend just past. We spent time at Dale getting things sorted at the house that will go on the market sometime this spring. We headed up to Hill and enjoyed Saturday afternoon with blue skies and clear weather then walked three miles to and fro to dinner at Café Claude.
Sunday we tramped all over the Telegraph Hill - Russian Hill - Nob Hill area looking at open houses from 1-4 p.m. I napped to rest up before we walked down to Ponzu for supper. All in all, I calculate that we walked six miles or more uphill-downhill-uphill while we were out looking at open houses plus another 3.6 miles (thank you! MapQuest) counting the to and fro at dinner time.
Exercise! Exercise!
My hoofies are sore.
posted by Sal Towse at 4:20 PM|
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Sunday we tramped all over the Telegraph Hill - Russian Hill - Nob Hill area looking at open houses from 1-4 p.m. I napped to rest up before we walked down to Ponzu for supper. All in all, I calculate that we walked six miles or more uphill-downhill-uphill while we were out looking at open houses plus another 3.6 miles (thank you! MapQuest) counting the to and fro at dinner time.
Exercise! Exercise!
My hoofies are sore.
posted by Sal Towse at 4:20 PM|
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: views from the Hill
Bertold Brecht:
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
