Property in Coffey Park

On October twelfth I wrote that I was taking a trip to Sonoma County to look at the route for a trip I had planned with a friend.  Since the SMART train didn’t make the connection yet, I had to navigate the trip from Larkspur to San Rafael through Cal Park Tunnel. The route after the tunnel was difficult to follow because of the proximity to the freeway and I noted that the alternate paths were equally complicated.  

At the SMART station I tried to find a beer at a tap room, a corner store and a wine shop but had to settle on a small cocktail bar.  Once I was on the SMART train, I noted that I shourtly couldn’t see much out the window because it was dark.  However, It was a full moon.

I got off SR downtown and walked some of the track before wandering through the neighborhoods on my way to my old classmate’s house.  There we beer and pizza with before I went to sleep on the couch. 

In the morning we were up at 8 and I caught the morning air and we had coffee nearby.  I said bye on the SMART track and walked to San Miguel.  Then I went to take a photo of my friend’s mother’s old property in Coffey Park.  The house had burned down but had been rebuilt.

From there I zig zagged over to Airport Road.  I looked at the airport station and Sonoma County Water’s Park before stopping for a second coffee.

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.

A Small Adventure

On September 29 I wrote that that morning I made a small adventure to the cafe, Van Ness, Caltrain, Starbucks and the Knot Hole under the bleachers to watch a Giants’ game. I also went to a small park.

The trip was convenient because of the buses and I stopped at coffee shops. Starbucks was a little hard. But not hold and not open but then the park was OK.

On the way back the knot hole was open. We stopped at Starbucks also. No trains were leaving at the station. The bus was not leaving from the bus stop that I was used to.

The trip back to the apartment. It was quiet time when I got home though. I was alone for a couple of hours.

I copied this from my notebook on 092919.

Sunday Streets Western Addition

On 22 September I got the cargo bike out and headed to the Mill a bakery on Divisadero, which was crowded with young people. I got a coffee and pastries pretty easily. I googled the “doughboy” which was on display.  I thought it was a baking device but discover that it was actually a laminating bagger.

I headed to Sunday Streets Western Addition and hung out at the learn to bike booth on Baker . A friend from the Tweed Ride was miraculously there. I told him to see my friend at the vintage clothing shop on Haight.

I headed up the event route.  The road had a lot of people but I quietly rode around them and all over the place. I ended up at Alamo Square where I quietly photographed the views.  A person from one of the District Five campaigns started talking to me there.

Later I rode to Fillmore Street and got loud with the drums. The rock band for kids was there too.  I walked around looking at stuff until around one and then rushed home on Buchanan and Laguna for have a nap.

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.

The Gatsby Picnic

On September 8 I wrote that the night before I got home at midnight and went to bed at nearly one. I had gone to some random bar in San Leandro.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this my friend let me sleep in. When I got up I made coffee and had cereal. Our acquaintances was planning on coming over to help us get to Gatsby Picnic at 10:45. I said I’d leave for San Leandro at 10:20. However, I took my friend’s bike down and helped for a bit.

At Guerrero the F took its time. I got coffee at Starbucks at Civic Center. The flowers spilled. I figured it wouldn’t be a big deal once I got to the Gatsby picnic.

Downstairs at Civic Center BART was single tracking and there was no Dublin train. I let my friend know. At 19th St. station there were crowds and I saw a lot of complaining on Twitter about “planned maintenance.”

At San Leandro station I got my bike out and got some fresh air. My companions arrived at noon. We rode the route that we always take: Hayes, Haas, Victoria Circle, Myers, 108th…

Once we had gotten into the event, we found some our Sacramento companions in the same place as the year previous. After we had unpacked I found still other coworkers and acquaintances.

The ladies went for a walk and I had a tasty beverage, visited other picnic spots and I played some Scrabble on a small table with well dressed people.  Later my friend and I hung out with her coworkers at the vintage clothing store.  The spring in the creek bed was an attraction to everyone but we kept quiet about it.

A short while later we started getting ready to go. I distributed flowers. I gave one to my swing instructor. There was a lot of clutter.

We packed up then and the car traffic was unbearable. However, we mostly followed the same route back to San Leandro BART and the transfers were surprisingly easy.

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.

Bike on The Train

On September 2 I wrote that that morning I was up at 5:30 and got out of bed at six. I had made a bunch of noise and ended up waking my sister up. She and her husband waited for me to eat my cereal and pack the bike. They took pictures. I rode to the coffee and was impressed at how easy it was.  Some lady was going on and on about Dartmouth and how her daughter was traveling to school.

The ride through downtown was easy. The streets were mostly empty. At the station the attendant provided me with an activity packet. I had so much stuff that I needed to get a cart. He gave me a good one and even help me get my bike on the train.

The conductor gave me a pep talk about the sold out train. I got some photos of the train’s arrival and departure. When I got checked in with the conductor I made a trip to the cafe and later got some quiet time in my seat near Colfax.

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.

Bike on The Train

On September 2 I wrote that that morning I was up at 5:30 and got out of bed at six. I had made a bunch of noise and ended up waking my sister up. She and her husband waited for me to eat my cereal and pack the bike. They took pictures. I rode to the coffee and was impressed at how easy it was.  Some lady was going on and on about Dartmouth and how her daughter was traveling to school.

The ride through downtown was easy. The streets were mostly empty. At the station the attendant provided me with an activity packet. I had so much stuff that I needed to get a cart. He gave me a good one and even help me get my bike on the train.

The conductor gave me a pep talk about the sold out train. I got some photos of the train’s arrival and departure. When I got checked in with the conductor I made a trip to the cafe and later got some quiet time in my seat near Colfax.

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.

Truckee and I Investigated

On September 1 I woke up that morning the noise was in the hall and my sister was in the kitchen making coffee. Everyone ended up going back to bed to lay around some more. My brother was supposed to go golfing. Breakfast was a rehash from the day before. 

We were ready to go at one. My sister drove us to Truckee and I Investigated Forest Rd., #6. We also looked at a couple of other places. In Truckee I paid for a meter. We visited a store where I bought my niece some shoes before we ate lunch across from the train station.

When we were done we walked around the fat side of the tracks. We looked at a furniture store and I quietly bought hot cocoa and a waffle at the coffee shop. There was a lot more shopping to do. I got bottle stoppers and my niece got lost at the other end of the main street.

I quietly drink a beer at the pizzeria. The parking meter ran out as we drove down Glenshire to Reno.

Once we got back to the house I was lazy. We gave the sound equipment back to the neighbor and we made another bagel. Then I started winding down. The kids watched a Harry Potter movie while I tried to pack. I started writing when we were done.

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.

Reno on The Train

On August 31 I wrote that when I got to Reno on the train I got the bike packed and quietly made my way to Riverside Drive and onward to Idlewild before arriving at my sister’s house.

Things were easy when I arrived. They put me in the extra room. I thought that we would have dinner but it turned out my niece was going to the university and my nephew was going to the high school. So, as the kids were out, I pushed my sister and brother-in-law to go to a restaurant for dinner.

They were not thrilled about going out on a bike but after we got the neighbor’s pump to get tires filled it was easy. We rode the same route back to the tap room on Arlington and I had a chicken sandwich. I was able to noiselessly eat the fries.

Eventually it was time to go and we rode back down to the river. They had no lights so used their phones. At the house I hung out with my brother-in-law until late. It had been a hard day.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I awoke to noise and heard my sister talking. I got up and helped then. They had just made coffee and started pancakes. FIve of us quietly ate them together.  Later my niece took her bike out and we returned to the town center for a bike ride.

The ride was easy but I was still pushy. At the coffee shop we talked about our lives and then rode to a park where we tested the water in the Truckee River. Half of the park was closed for an event.

Upon our return to my sister’s house we packed up the car and drove to a friend’s house for a birthday party.  I met them when my sister got married.  And there were a few people I hadn’t seen in years.  

Initially I had a drink and ate crackers but later they informed me that I had to play corn hole. I said that I didn’t want to but in the end I was paired with someone’s brother-in-law - a planner from Portland.  I played two games and awhile later we lost. I had a hard time sounding friendly but it was OK. Everyone was really nice.

There were burgers as the brackets progressed.  Someone won the game but I didn’t really notice since the game continued after I headed back to my sister’s house.

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.