On April 18th I wrote that I
left work thinking I hadn’t done very much.
My friend and I interacted at MV.
She said that she was at the bike shop. I had decided to go home but agreed to keep in
touch. I had left my bike at Mib but had
little trouble getting out to the Sunset and through the fog to the house.
I immediately started posting and
editing. Dad checked in with me at some
point and my friend texted to say she was doing other stuff. I worried about whether I’d get out to the
Mission that night. Later we agreed to
meet and I did a few things before leaving.
On the way two guys at Market and Octavia chased me.
We went for Ramen on 16th and
sat at the bar. I was jealous of the
item she had ordered. We had a
discussion about tips. Later we went to Thieves
and had the special. I was done for the
night at that point but my friend’s roommate came by right after that and they traded
dirt. I mentioned that I thought the
roommate’s comedy routine was good. I
was in bed before I knew it—around 11.
On the morning of the day that I wrote
this I was up at 10 and went to Four Barrel with a friend. I had to eat a chocolate rather than a
pistachio pastry and was bummed about it.
My friend suggested we walk to 18th and look for something
else. Tartine and Birite didn’t have what
I wanted—I was on the lookout for blood sausage too.
On Dolores we met a dog and then a girl
with the dog. They passed us and then we
saw a lady and a man chiding her for something.
There had been an event put on by a union so a lot of people were
walking around including a cop that was very involved. My friend believed that the lady was a busy
body that had grabbed the girl’s dog. We
both believed that the cop just happened to be there. My friend was very affected by the
interaction.
After that I was working on my
presentation for the AAG. In the interim
I saw a few people and even had coffee with an acquaintance. However, I eventually had to give up on work
and a traveling companion joined me for a trip from the Ferry Building. The bike ride was easy but there was a lot of
traffic but I was too confrontational.
At the Ferry Building we got empanadas and spoke to a real porteño before
heading to the boat. We talked about
family.
From Larkspur Landing we took Cal Park
Hill Tunnel to Dubois and through the San Rafael transit center to the Lincoln
Avenue bike path. We missed the turn off
at the top but the route was easy to follow.
While passing through Northgate Mall I went to the bank. We then took Las Gaillinas past Freitas. It was there that the chain on my companion’s
bike got stuck. I had to take the wheel
off to fix it. Later at Marinwood Market
we had to rest for water. We then took
the Highway 101 path to Alameda del Prado, Ignacio and finally Sunset. Around Pacheco Plaza my companion had to
check the map.
The people we had gone to meet were friend’s
of my companion. They lived near the western
edge of Novato and it took us a bit to get there. Our host greeted us at the front and we
parked in the garage near her husband’s 1971 240. I met her daughter and their high school
friend. He and I talked about Humboldt State
and sat out back with the dogs.
The husband, our host, showed up then with
pizza and we sat down for a civilized meal outside. They offered us some antique whiskys that were
actually pretty good. One was in a
ceramic telephone and I was pretty sure it was Jim Beam. The daughter ragged on my companion for a
while and eventually we went inside.
They had some interesting furniture there
and the daughter didn’t like me playing with her toys. We played a game that our hostess liked. It was called “Pass the Can” and involved
asking questions like “Do you like Noah?” on a piece of paper and then someone
has to answer it when it is their turn.
I thought the game was super fun but no one else but our hostess did. Our host fell asleep. I submitted questions that I heard people say
in passing. “What?” “Are we done?” and “Where
is the chocolate cake?” were several that I liked.
Around 10 the high school friend said bye
and my companion and I bid adieu and we rode to Novato’s central bus stop to catch
a 101 bus home.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This
Notebook Analysis series is meant to
be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In
each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
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