I felt a lot stronger on Tuesday. I think not riding so much on Monday was definitely the right choice to make. I came down Market into work and then headed home for lunch. I noted this cool new Virgin America ad on the side of a building at Market and Octavia:
After work I headed off Sutter to Fillmore to Clay to Spruce to Washington to Arguello and headed into Presidio Terraces which when built advertised itself as San Francisco's only Caucasion only neighborhood. It was developed after the 1906 earthquake and it's full of large, gorgeous homes:
This Santa Fe style home was the one I came to see. I wanted to confirm that I still hated it and I do. The beauty of Santa Fe architecture is in the way the lines and colors of the structures interact and blend with the landscape in a peaceful, harmonious way. This house could not stick out more obviously in this green, lush neighborhood full of Beaux Arts homes. What were they thinking?? My bet is the next owner will drastically redo the facade:
The thing I love most about Presidio Terraces is the way that the ginormous Synagogue on Arguello looms over so many of the home. It's such a monumental building but you don't really get the full effect from Arguello. It's fabulous-- you know, in a biblical way:
I headed back to Arguello to Lake to 23rd to Balboa and down to the coast. I stopped at Ocean Beach for pics. There was a lot of wind and surf and the kites were flying:
The view to Cliff House:
Me:
I went in to Golden Gate Park at JFK and stopped at the North Windmill for pics:
Tulip season is very nearly over but the garden there looks pretty year round:
I continued on JFK and stopped at Spreckels lake for a pic. You can see St. Thomas the Apostle in the background:
I continued on JFK and made my way to the Music Concourse. I'm not sure what kind of tree this is but it's jaw droppingly beautiful:
I headed over to MLK to 9th to Judah to 7th into Laguna Honda to Portola to Corbett to Ord and home for dinner.
After dinner I took the dogs for a nice long walk that turned out to be a lot of drama. We were heading down Corbett on our way home when some woman a block away yelled at me to come pick up dog mess. Normally, I try not to have conversations with people who are not on the same city block as me but my reputation was at stake. I'd been accused of what we call a "Poop 'n Run" although you might be more familiar with the German phrase "Das Krapundash". I was guilty of no such thing. I keep an eye on my dogs and always pick after them first because my Mamma brought me up right and second, and perhaps more importantly, because we don't do a lot of different walks and poop I ignore today I could be stepping in tomorrow. I called back to the woman that my dogs had not made a mess that I hadn't cleaned up and she started screaming at me that she'd seen them do it. I didn't know where to go with that because it just wasn't true so I called back that she was mistaken and kept on my walk. So she chased me down in her car and yelled at me again. I assured her that she was wrong. She was all irate and yelled "You don't even have any bags to clean it up". I pulled poop bags out of pocket and replied "I have three." She yelled at me again to go clean up whatever mess she'd seen and drove off. I don't know what she was thinking. I'm not some teenager who is probably guilty of whatever it is you're accusing them of. I'm a homeowner in the neighborhood and I've lived there for years. Last night I called her ma'am to be polite. Should I run into her again she'll be addressed as Madam to politely register that I've had enough of her nonsense. Some people would avoid walking the dogs in her neck of the woods for a while. Not me, we're going on exactly the same walk at exactly the same time every night for the foreseeable future. Go ahead, Poop Lady, do your worst. Just don't be surprised when I go all Julia Sugarbaker on your ass.
I didn't get too much sleep on Tuesday night. Ashley Jr. has in the last couple of days become afraid to use the stairs leading up into our bed that he's been going up and down since he was a puppy. They're light and I think they've slipped on the hardwood floors on him a couple of time. So he's been refusing to use them and there have been a handful of accidents. Mr Poe put down nonskid pads underneath the stairs but otherwise wasn't addressing the issue because he can't say no to that little dog. Last night I'd had enough so I took measures into my own hands. When I got into bed at about 10:30 I picked him up, gave him a kiss, and put him on the floor. He stomped around and played with his toys for a while but around midnight he wanted back into bed. He growled a little and then paced and then cried. Mr. Poe woke up and complained that he had to work tomorrow but I angrily told him "This ends tonight." Finally, at about 2:30 after a little encouragement he marched his little feet up the stairs and got into bed. I gave him about a zillion kisses and I think I cried a little. Leave me alone it was late. I can report that Wednesday morning he was also going down the stairs. When Mr. Poe gets some sleep I think he'll realize it was the only thing to do.
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| Today |
26.3 |
| Week to date |
41.5 |
| Month to date |
435.0 |
| Year to date |
1,859.1 |
| To Goal |
6,140.9 |
| Over (Under) plan |
(376.5) |
| YTD Mileage vs Last Year |
(7,987.7) |
| Rolling Year |
7,265.6 |
| Since Inception 10/1/07 |
30,364.6 |
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