Richardson to the Palace

On October 7 I wrote that when I gave up on being productive at work a coworker invited me to  a happy hour. I stopped at the apartment to accommodate my friend and headed out to meet them in Hayes Valley. We talked about work and our supervisors. They all got calsl from their girlfriends - one of them in Mandarin.  The host was really easy to talk to.

I said Bye before I rode to Hickory to page and up the Wiggle to the Conservatory for Bike Party. I found my comrades.  One of them - a friend of a friedn - had a political flag.

We Arguello to the Presidio and onward to a spot near Pacific Overlook. There I got to know the guy with the political flag. I also gave a helmet back to the guy that had lent it to me.  I spoke to an acquaintance's husband for a little while - I think she appreciated it - he and I had a lot in common.

We descended to Lincoln after I went to find a garbage can. We crossed Richardson to the Palace. We circled inside and hollered at each other. I put my bike with my riding partner. I tried to interact with party leadership.

I hung out with a lot of people I knew. I saw one guy for the first time in two years. I tried to do catch up with another guy but he seemed really trashed. The ride left and I was alone for a bit but caught up to the sweep.  After Fort Mason I quit and got pizza at Nizario's. Then I rode up Grant and took Market home to bed.

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.

I Played Chess

On 23 September I wrote that my friend had gone to four barrel and later 24th street.  I started getting ready to see friends in the park. I had told the neighbor that I'd be by at 11:15 but it was 1125 I finally got my equipment together and met her. She showed me how to operate the trike and then I rode to the Panhandle.

When I got there I discovered a bunch of people there with my friend, whcih was a relief because it meant the meet up would be easier. We climbed noisily on the statue and made noise at the bikes. One of the party had a new bike to replace the bullet which had had a wheel that had ruptured.

I rode to Pete's and got a coffee. Then the group rode to the Schrader Valve and onto the conservatory.  When we arrived we hung out on the west side and ate fruit and crackers. More people showed up. I went and made noises at the hotdog cart. I played chess and I went to see an acquaintance across the way.  She came over after I got some air. I was writing the trike in noisy circles at that point. We left after one of our companions went on a ride and I took pictures.

We rode JFK and panhandle easily. The weather was great and my friend lead us to whole foods. When we got to the apartment she was loud as she went inside and I dropped the trike off.

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.

Between Fulton and JFK

On 17 September I wrote that the previous my friend and I got ready to ride to Glen Park.  Our neighbor lent us her trike and we rode Valencia to Arizmendi. We took Tiffany to Duncan and Doris to Church until we climbed the last block of Church to Chenery.

At the park we hung out with the Facebook group until a little later people started leaving.  I got a corkscrew at the grocery and we took Arlington back. We hung out at Upper Noe playground.  The corkscrew broke.  We hung out in the auditorium for a bit.

I set up the apartment while she dropped the trike off. It was quiet until our friends showed up. That was fun. Later my buddy and I took the six to the Sunset and got a burrito. We took a 44 and a 38 to the Blarney before we met up with his hosts. They went to see a movie

The morning of the day that I wrote this my friend and I rode up to meet the neighbor who was waiting with her tricycle.  Then we ascended the Wiggle to the Panhandle. We only missed one light really. The previous day’s trip made it clear that the trike would be able to keep up.

We conferred while riding through the street closure and determined the tunnel between Fulton and JFK was the best spot. I had fun with a quiet chase in the sand climbing sliding with kids.  Eventually I caught a breath of fresh air and watched as someone I knew rode by. We packed to go then and rode around the bandshell. A short while we zoomed down the Wiggle to Duboce.

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.

Ready for Gatsby

On 10 September I wrote that I rode my borrowed vintage Raleigh to the 24th and met my friend’s buddy. We waited for the train and a bit later my friend got on at 16th.  She rode with us to Lake Merritt station.

My friend’s buddy and I met a bunch of people at Safeway and I got coffee with a few people from Sacramento and one other person from the Mission District. I skipped getting Prosecco because the supermarket card reader was not working.  Passers by wanted to take pictures because we were ready for Gatsby. I lead us up Hayes and we took East 14th up Haas Street. We went to Victoria Park.

I checked the map and we then headed into Oakland on Myers and passed by food company. We rode up Pleasant Valley and up to the Dunsmuir Estate. There I discovered my mom and sister were there together and some of my companions poured me a drink. I hung out with my family. My friend had gone to Alameda bu was on her way.

In the meantime the others had gotten comfortable. I took my niece for an ice cream. My friend texted to that her old coworker had arrived and I hung out with her. I helped her carry stuff. We sat talking.  Eventually my friend showed up and I was able to get a space for us. There was a bunch of noise at that point but I was in charge.  Everyone was helpful.

We had a sandwich and moved the camp. However, I lay quietly at the original site until I decided to come too.  We hung out with others yelling, running up and down the path.  Some ladies went for a walk in eventually they all got ready to go. I hung out with the people I had arrived with next to a couple that had a really well organized display. They offered us Fernet and I drink all the sparkly wine.

We were ready then and said bye to those who had not gone already before riding the same route back. At BART the Sacramentans boarded first – they had been really worried about the train. I rode with the rest to Civic Center and then rode the bike to the apartment.

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.

Went Swimming and Surfing

On 4 September I wrote that my friend got ready to go and then headed out to Haight Street on a six.  I just gotten things settled in the back of the apartment and was about to work on the front room. There was plaster, drilling and a few other things left to do. I was ready but it took a lot of time and it was nearly 108°.

The day before I wrote this we were up at 6:30 and went to Andytown and back to the house for quiet time. I texted my old classmate – who had arrived at the beach only minutes before – they set up waiting for us.  When quiet time ended we went to Gus’ and then to the chalet. We changed our shoes at the chalet soccer fields and went to hang out on the beach.

It was soon quiet time and my friend ran out to the ocean. Our companions went swimming and surfing. We moved our location. I was worried about the noise but my old classmate and I went for a walk and I got to enjoy the cool air on a hot day. We waded out into the water.  We had salad and drinks playing loudly in the sand.

We got some chicken from the store and were all by ourselves together when we got to the 44th house. Around 730 and the parents all arrived. We wound the house down and I made a meal. We sat at the table until around 930 mom and my friend had a lot to talk about. After that my friend rode the borrowed cargo bike around when I went down to break up our stuff. We went to bed after that but we did watch cartoons.

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.