Sunday, January 01, 2006
The party's over ...
I found a white feather party hat this morning as I took the garbage out. Some angel had partied too hardy.
We sat home last night, quietly drinking eggnog, watching the midnight fireworks from the deck. The younger younger guy and his friend went down after supper to check the action at the Lost and Found on Grant near Green and then walked down to the Ferry Building for a closeup look at the 'works.
They snoozed in this morning and carb'd up on pancakes before heading to Chinatown for some grocery shopping. The younger younger guy called as he and his friend left for points south with their vegetables and fish to say that the eastern lanes of the Embarcadero were closed due to wave splashage.
We'd been planning to get some fresh air anyway, so we decided to walk down to the arrow and see what the Bay was up to, up close and personal.
We cut across on Sansome to check out the rock fall from earlier in the week.
I never could figure what someone would do with one of the three lots that are for sale there at the end of Union at Sansome.
Even less likely now, after the latest rock fall, that the Planning Department will approve any building plans for those lots.
As our esteemed Supervisor told the media, there's a reason there's high test fencing down at the bottom of the hill. It's an old rock quarry for pete's sake. Rock falls.
We continued on down to the Embarcadero and the Ferry Building. Obviously, many others hadn't had such a sedate New Year's Eve.
The fun started at Pier 14.
We wound up at Gordon Biersch where we had a very late lunch and then walked home through a drenching rain that had blown in while we were eating. No umbrellas, of course.
The last stretch up the steps had me feeling like the Bogart character in Dark Passage, as he drags himself up the steps after his plastic surgery, hoping that Bacall will let him hide out in her place at the Malloch Apartments.
Arrived home soggy. Tired. Cold. And badly in need of a nap.
So I napped.
Happy New Year, everyone.
May each and every one of you have time to nap whenever you need to this year.
posted by Sal Towse at 8:50 PM|
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We sat home last night, quietly drinking eggnog, watching the midnight fireworks from the deck. The younger younger guy and his friend went down after supper to check the action at the Lost and Found on Grant near Green and then walked down to the Ferry Building for a closeup look at the 'works.
They snoozed in this morning and carb'd up on pancakes before heading to Chinatown for some grocery shopping. The younger younger guy called as he and his friend left for points south with their vegetables and fish to say that the eastern lanes of the Embarcadero were closed due to wave splashage.
We'd been planning to get some fresh air anyway, so we decided to walk down to the arrow and see what the Bay was up to, up close and personal.
We cut across on Sansome to check out the rock fall from earlier in the week.
I never could figure what someone would do with one of the three lots that are for sale there at the end of Union at Sansome.
Even less likely now, after the latest rock fall, that the Planning Department will approve any building plans for those lots.
As our esteemed Supervisor told the media, there's a reason there's high test fencing down at the bottom of the hill. It's an old rock quarry for pete's sake. Rock falls.
We continued on down to the Embarcadero and the Ferry Building. Obviously, many others hadn't had such a sedate New Year's Eve.
The fun started at Pier 14.
We wound up at Gordon Biersch where we had a very late lunch and then walked home through a drenching rain that had blown in while we were eating. No umbrellas, of course.
The last stretch up the steps had me feeling like the Bogart character in Dark Passage, as he drags himself up the steps after his plastic surgery, hoping that Bacall will let him hide out in her place at the Malloch Apartments.
Arrived home soggy. Tired. Cold. And badly in need of a nap.
So I napped.
Happy New Year, everyone.
May each and every one of you have time to nap whenever you need to this year.
posted by Sal Towse at 8:50 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.
