Blogetary (Weblog + Commentary = Blogetary)

Usually, Dad being on call means he calls in once every hour or so, but mostly has the day free. But the week I was there, he was actually busy running around making phone calls, fixing stuff, making sure pool tables had enough balls…

You know how it is.

So, Thursday morning I spent working a little more on the computer and checking stuff on the internet and generally slouching around and hanging around with Missy (see pictures below) and making plans to meet my friend Diana for tea!

Missy is ready for her ballet lesson. Her toes have always had that delicate turn.

Tea, it was decided, would be taken at the Samovar Tea Lounge at Yerba Buena Gardens.  I had never really hung out at Moscone Center or Yerba Buena Gardens and it’s really been built up since I moved, so when I got there a little early, I took advantage of the time to take pictures. Not sure what all the buildings are, but I liked’em, so I snapped’em.

Above three, I really liked this building. There was a carousel in it that wasn’t open and running at the time. I thought this was a really cool building though, and they way it lines up with everything else around there (obviously).

Not sure what the above or below buildings are, but I took them facing away from the carousel round building.

I liked the above and below pictures because, while it’s a pretty church, if you look at it and let your mind wander and your eyes blur a little, it looks a little like a sitting Buddha and I thought that was cool, considering it was a church.

And then, I was at Samovar Tea Lounge and Diana showed up. I should have taken a picture of her or had the waiter take a picture of us but we had such a good conversation (and good tea – they have Russian Caravan on TAP!) and good food (quiche and fruit and scones). The conversation wandered all over the place about getting older, creative work, mutual friends, food, the way we see the world.

I totally forgot about any picture taking.

Then we wandered around because the weather was so good and my feet were doing well and her feet were doing well. So she showed me the Bloomingdales that’s been built in the Emporium building since I’ve left and that whole shopping area. It was beautimous!  And we talked crystal and silk and all that cool house ware stuff. And went to H&M and the Gap and she showed me what had happened to the Compass Rose at the St. Francis (so sad).

And suddenly it was after six and time for her to go home and me to go home. I called Dad and he happened to be around (I think he just liked being able to pick me up so he would say he was in my area) so he picked us up in Union Square and drove Diana to her car and so a friend of mine got meet my Dad and I always like that. It was love at first sight for them both. Dad’s going to grow up one day and marry that woman, well, if she weren’t already taken.

That night Dad and I had a homemade smorgasbord with leftovers from the fridge and stuff he’d picked up from a British store (Marmite and stuff). We also watched and bonded over some of our favorite shows and watched Missy go back and forth between sitting on his lap and sitting in her cave.

Above, Dad and Missy.

The days spent with Dad were quieter, but there was just as much going on. Sometimes, all we did was sit and talk. It was good, especially seeing some of that paperwork on his dining room table that we all look at eventually but hate to – paper work about durable power of attorney and stuff like that.

That night, Missy came in and yelled at me until I went to bed and nuzzled up and slept with me a good part of the night. It was a good sleep and I appreciated her company.