Saturday, January 27, 2018

Christmas

Christmas morning we were up first and we had trouble getting dash out. Eventually everyone was downstairs in the kitchen. There were a few things to eat. I made coffee even though I knew our host would be making it later. Everyone had to second-guess me but it was all right.

We all hung out in the living room playing with trucks until the sticky buns and other things God made. When our hosts were finally up they started coffee and prepared us bread. That was when our hostess played Santa Claus again.

I got a sock and a noisy sock. I was able to empty both in 10 minutes. There were the usual wind up toys and a couple of mini harmonicas. My friend got a couple of heirlooms and a needlepoint from the aunts. Our host gave her photographs and I got a train set – the last weekend had convinced her.

While this was happening I made regular passes at the sticky buns and had a bit more to eat. We also slowly got ready for our day and my friend started feeling crappy so I decided she would have a nap.

Our hosts told us we would go for a walk and I suggested we ride – we went as a quiet, walking and writing group. I took the Feets and the aunt took the Nihola. We went to Crab Cove and took pictures on the water. Several of us had loud matching shirts.

We spent time in the new botanical areas of the park and then the aunt and I wrote back together. My friend hasn’t really napped and I felt like we were getting close to time to leave. However we hadn’t packed enough so I had to collect a bunch of things.

It was around 2 o’clock when we headed to San Francisco. My friend was fretting but I knew we had enough time to go to the apartment and then to go to my sister’s. I took the Ninth Street exit. There were a bunch of things that we had to drop off but it was pretty quiet in the mom’s car while we were doing it.

I made a U-turn and drove over Twin Peaks to Vicente. My friend hung out with the car as quiet time had started. I saw my brother-in-law and his kids. Dad was outside with my friend as were mom and my sister-in-law. I also saw my brother.

I had a drink and joked about in-laws. My brother-in-law didn’t see any irony in my jokes. People we’re going back-and-forth to the car to see my friend and eventually I traded with her. She made noise upstairs and I was quiet in my nephew’s room.

Later we traded again. I was given a present from dad – add shirt – and my sister gave me some ornaments. My friend came up around then as we tried to figure out who was driving. My brother and mom offered to take us home since the pick up and the escape her there.

My sister served us some food then. My brother and nephew played a geography game. We sat around talking until it became apparent that most of the party from 44th wanted to leave.

I went with dad and my brother and the GMC and the ladies went in Escape. At the house we traded presents and we were running out of beer. It was late but we were really noisy because there were a lot of presents to hand out. I got more socks and other basic items. We made some cocktails.

My brother and his wife had to drive to the apartment then because she was going to the airport the next morning. My friend and I wound that room down and watch Rick and Morty and Venture Brothers until late.

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.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

The Xmas Tree Farm

On December 18 a route that the day before I had gone to the cafe and when I returned the house was completely awake. I parked the bike and found my hosts were on the computer outside. My friend explained they were on a video call to New York. There was plenty of noise and I got busy with something right away. They had made food but it wasn’t much. I could have easily fed myself. I was in the living room and bedroom a bit.

The four of us started negotiating over the Christmas tree bike ride after the call was over. By 1145 we were busy trying to get the trikes and bikes working. We rode circuitously to the Xmas tree farm – it was next to my hosts’ office on the old Navy base. I took a ton of pictures. Some guy came out and our hostess chose the tree she wanted. Then they prepared it for our transport. My host put it in the trike he had brought and we were on our way.

Some of my equipment was making noise so I had to stop – later I rushed to the house. I started quiet time.We had lunch and the meal was delicious. I snuck a bunch of the last grilled cheese sandwich. They were decorating the tree and later my host was digging in the back and eventually I was back there too. When quiet time ended I was doing stuff in the yard so my friend did the bags up it was pretty loud at that point and we finished off the whiskey.

I was going slow. I was just engaging the breeze when my host revealed that they had an event to attend and so I started packing the bikes. It wasn’t fun but I had it. I had problems with my panniers and everyone had to help. We were not at all late to the ferry but the trip seemed frantic. I later decided it was a great ride.

Once we were on the boat my friend went upstairs to speak with a family with a bike trailer. I was making so much noise the three ladies next to me we’re hiding smiles. When we got off we spoke with the family again and then we rode up Market street. At the apartment we wound the house down, made her dinner and watched Doctor Who in the crows nest.

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.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Get Tokens for Beer

On 4 December I wrote that we quietly took an F to mid market and at the Village we were greeted by an acquaintance from the East Bay. I paid for a membership and we went down to get tokens for beer. I saw a community organizer I knew and we talked. Then we went upstairs to the quiet area near the education booth.

We spoke to a couple ladies. One worked for the coalition and the other was our an acquaintance. The whole bike society was there. I saw the San Jose bike messenger I knew and also his girlfriend a few times. My friend and I split up and she got a meal for us. I later went for a walk and quietly got on the elevator and went to the bottom floor. I interacted with a bunch people. My friend mostly hung out with her closest buddies.

As we were leaving I said bye to the art organizer and we told people to to go to the Christmas party. My friend gave her tokens away to a guy from Sacramento. We tried to catch a bus and things got pretty quiet.

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.

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Coffee and Pancakes – Sweet

On 26 November I wrote that my friend she was leaving work. She met me at the neighbors house and they made us drinks and we discussed the upcoming weekend. We said we would come by for some crapes in the morning.

When we wound the house down we discussed our plans. The morning of Thanksgiving we were up at the proper time. We went through the motions until we got to the neighbor’s house for coffee and crepes which were delicious. They told us how their Thanksgiving was planned. When we left she was on the trike now.

The ride through the park really quickly. She sent a message to her aunt. I tried to manage the space around her and she didn’t mind but she was also quietly critical of how I was riding. Polo Fields was fine but the trike had problems with various squeaks. She didn’t exactly know the way from 41st to the house. Her aunt had parked as we were pulling up to the house. I parked and got us inside.

Quiet time started around then. I noted that our bedroom was still set up from my trip out there the day before. My brother got set up in the garage. My friend’s aunt helped mom with dinner. I try to stay away. My brother and I sat in the backyard for a short while. When we came back upstairs he was making an appetizer and asked me for help. He foraged some mushrooms on the trip down. Had some Parmesan cheese and bread.

I got my friend’s some Wi-Fi and she sold her book and butterflies to mom. The timeline was dad would take the turkey out and at for the other stuff would get cooked. My friend prepped the brussels sprouts.

By then quiet time it ended. My sister’s family came over at that point. It was around five and there was chaos in the study. I had also made some appetizers. I noticed dad had sat down and went to the study to discover most of the family there. When we sat down the meal was a full house. I ate quietly. I had wanted white wine but got red. The meal went smoothly. We all stayed at the table for the most part. However, we had to be very focused since it would be only a short time before we would get up.

My friend’s aunt indicated she would go so we escorted her out and I wound the room down soon after. I noted that we would not be playing scrabble. When I returned everyone was just sitting around the living room.

The men were checking out I noticed and the ladies spent a lot of time talking. Mom cleaned and dad slept on the loveseat. My friend said she’d go home in the morning. My sister’s family headed home and we all went to bed at around 11.

Friday morning there was a lot of noise around six and my friend was up before me. She made pancakes from potatoes. I waited until dad made coffee before I felt OK. My friend told me she wanted to go to the apartment. I asked my brother if he would take some boxes on Saturday and once we had squared that away she caught a bus.

When quiet time was over I had done a bunch of things and family had gone to do things. My brother had gone to my uncle’s and my little sister was set to arrive. She had to walk to the house because she had left the car last night.

I took the kids on bikes to the coffee shop. I quietly road the trike. They watched the table and I waited in line. My brother showed up randomly – my uncle wasn’t home. We then discussed how the thrift store in Geneva closed.

After that we left for West Sunset. Having the kids was a breath of fresh air. My brother was pleasant. We arrived at the house as my older sister and brother-in-law were arriving. I started quiet time after filling the tires on all of the bikes. I checked with the ladies and we established that my brother and I would go to my little sister's. I gave one of the kids my extra bike.

The youngest managed fine – she could have used a new bike of course. My brother and the boys got too far ahead and missed a turn but it was fine. At my little sister's my brother and brother-in-law went to shoot the breeze in the park. I drink all the whiskey and headed back to mom’s. My older sister indicating quiet time had ended.

Once there my friend signaled that she was returning and my older sister started getting ready for our 730 meet up at at the beach bar the ladies left to get ready.

I quietly prepared for the evening. My brother had indicated he was having leg problems so I gave him my bike. In the meantime my friend and I agreed that mom would need the house quiet.

We all walked except my brother. It was a new bar that you wanted us to go to. The walk was easy and there was only one place to lock up. We saw everyone there and I got ordered drinks. Later we decided to ditch my younger sister with her high school friends and go to the other beach bar across the street. Later we all went back to the house and made sandwiches.

There was noise all night and I got up at six. My friend took over after that. By eight there was coffee and pancakes – sweet potato.

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.