In the morning of December 2 we were woken around 630 and my friend was up at seven. I was up at 7:30. I made two pots of coffee, ate, got dressed and did laundry.
I went to the kitchen in the other end of the house for quiet time then. I had gotten a lot done on my exam so I was happy to be alone. When she was done I made her a sandwich and eggs. I went out to get some air. I tried to go to the bank but they had closed.
When I got back we I got our equipment out and rode to the County Fair Building for the fundraiser. We did the valet and I helped her go inside. I got my bottomless beer and she was with people we knew. I saw directors and business people that I knew. I returned to see my friend and quietly headed to the other building where I saw a twitter personality that I knew and his wife. I also saw a coworker and a few others I knew. A few people were obviously going through big changes in their lives. I saw a bunch of people. We got a meal and then went to the back room where we saw more people. We left with the ones that we knew best because they lived nearby and would have us ride with them. I was happy to see some of the people in the valet.
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, March 21, 2019
Thursday, March 14, 2019
Walk to Randal Museum
On the first of December I wrote my friend and I had gone to bed by 11 I had done a lot of work and I went to bed at one in the morning. We woke up three times.
In the morning of the day that I wrote this I heard noise in the kitchen and made coffee. I tried to made eggs, toast and potatoes but burn myself. It turned out OK. The meal was good. When we had heard from an acquaintances we packed up and pushed our carts to Four Barrel.
We talked about work and vacation before sharing our plans. Later my friend and I walked to Duboce. She went to see her old coworker, who had broken up with her boyfriend. I had quiet time until 230. I was alone for a few hours. Later I went to Church Street. The 37 had gone so I quietly pushed the cart to the Judah train.
Once I was able to push all the way to the Randall Museum on Masonic, I saw trains and a raccoon. I was really quiet when we saw an owl. I took States Street back and had dinner with my friend. We wound down and I worked on my exam.
In the morning of the day that I wrote this I heard noise in the kitchen and made coffee. I tried to made eggs, toast and potatoes but burn myself. It turned out OK. The meal was good. When we had heard from an acquaintances we packed up and pushed our carts to Four Barrel.
We talked about work and vacation before sharing our plans. Later my friend and I walked to Duboce. She went to see her old coworker, who had broken up with her boyfriend. I had quiet time until 230. I was alone for a few hours. Later I went to Church Street. The 37 had gone so I quietly pushed the cart to the Judah train.
Once I was able to push all the way to the Randall Museum on Masonic, I saw trains and a raccoon. I was really quiet when we saw an owl. I took States Street back and had dinner with my friend. We wound down and I worked on my exam.
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, February 2, 2019
Vegan Food and Turkey
On November 24 I wrote that we were staying in a rented house in Goleta, California the previous Saturday. I had initially wanted to make breakfast but the coffee machine was a K-Cup. So, we decided to go to a new coffee shop in Santa Barbara. The breakfast was great and everyone was talking a lot. My friend and I had decided around then we would switch to a hotel room in Santa Barbara when our rental ended.
A couple of us stayed behind to finish our coffee when most of the party went to the farmers market. We took the dog for a walk and found that the local park had been closed because of vagrancy. My friend and I decided we would instead visit the Big Park and the others went to the house. The wooden playground there was really fun - a bit of Winchester mystery House.
On the way back to the rental we picked up some wood. I rode around the driveway on my foldable bicycle and quietly threw the balls on the back lawn until we headed out the the State Beach where our hosts were just setting up the “Friendsgiving” party.
I quietly got some equipment and my bike and tried to take it up the bike path but only halfway got it right. I had more luck at the beach fortunately - I hiked up my past and walked out as loudly as possible. The ocean was scary in a noisy way but I was resolute and not being afraid. I had my shoes off for the climb down the Breakwater in my shorts.
The party was it already started and some people had begun to arrive. I got to see a bunch of old college classmates - some for the first time in ages. I also got to know a bunch of new people. There was a ton of candy, vegan food and turkey. There were a variety of drinks. It was nice to introduce my friend to everyone over the course of the meal and remember the old days.
One of my old classmates was loudly torn away only a short while later but then and I asked him a lot of questions. An acquaintance took a lot of settled quiet photos on the beach. I was happy with what he sent me. When it became clear that people were leaving I got us packed up and my friend drove us to the rental. I knew we only had a short while so I tried to prepare the house for everyone‘s arrival.
Our Friendsgiving hosts showed up with extra beer from the picnic and we all sat in the dining area yelling at each other. This happened until nearly midnight and I ended up putting things away for an hour past midnight.
When the last people showed up they fell asleep immediately. By this time there were either people that wanted to crash or people that wanted to be loud. I got a mattress out for some people since some were slowly nodding off. Things were nice great as we started to wind down.
That night I noted that my friend had woken up a few times. The night was pretty tough. However, I learned that one of our party had gone to the coffee shop. Others in our party had turned my eggs and tortillas into a delicious meal with the avocados from the backyard.
When the meal was done we got our stuff together, checked out and went to the coffee shop before my friend and I got a room. She settled in for a nap and I quietly walked down to the harbor to take a bunch of photos of our host’s boat. It was interesting to see the bed in the hold and the galley. When I headed back to the hotel, they set sail on a short trip around the harbor.
A few hours later the party called to say the excursion had ended and we met up again at a great takeout taco place. We later returned drove to the Harbour for ice cream and visited the wharf. Later my friend went to the hotel but I returned to the boat to have a drink and say bye. We had some interesting discussions on housing.
On November 19 we quickly packed, grabbed coffee and left town by around 8:30. On the way we saw the remains of the recent wildfires in Montecito and on our way through Santa Paula learned learned about the Topotopo range. After a brief slingshot through Santa Clarita, we stopped for a coffee and a bit of shopping in Victorville and in Baker and I bought beer.
We passed Death Valley pretty quickly and zigzagged through the streets of Pahrump. The dogs were crazy at my friend’s mom’s home as I rang the bell. We knew that they would be hosting us for the night but we were in town for them. She had been at the doctors with the family patriarch - grandpa - so we said hi to him as he passed through on his way to the outer building in the yard. I met a bunch of cousins then. We had some down time then getting to know each other for a while. The uncles made a meal but I didn’t eat a lot before going to bed.
On Tuesday, November 20 we had coffee and chatted with the family. I went for a walk in the park. Our desert neighborhood was really quiet. My friend headed to the post office and when she returned we checked into the rental her sister had gotten us. It was on a golf course. We unloaded. I used the entertainment room while she went shopping. Then we had pizza, watched TV and eventually jumped in the hot tub.
On Wednesday we took our time getting up. I was in charge of coffee and getting ready for the day. My friend’s sister and her family coming win from Death Valley. We watched a movie and I quietly drove to the park while my friend napped. The skate park was great for taking pictures.
When my friend’s sister had nearly arrived. I got some time to myself in the rental and I did some writing. When we were all together we drove back to the mom’s house to see the other cousins and eat pizza. After dinner we all returned to the rental. I wound down while the ladies hung out in the hot tub. The four of us sat in the kitchen at the end of the day.
On Thursday we had pancakes and I was the last one up. I learned that our visit was being extended to Friday afternoon so we had to come up with a new plan. My friend’s brother-in-law, the engineer, hung out at the rental while the ladies went to Bingo, in commemoration of their grandmother who had recently passed. He made roast veggies and I was trying to be entertaining with the TV until we were interrupted because the ladies had returned to throw their bingo cards all over.
That was about when we packed up and went to Thanksgiving at the mom’s house. The cousins built a city in the dining room with boxes. The meal was good and there were nearly thirty people there sitting on couches and makeshift tables. Later we stood in the kitchen for pie. When we returned to the rental and the engineer and I played pool above the garage while the ladies wound down. We talked the rest of the night.
On Friday our normally easy rhythm was cut short when the others cleared out of the house to allow my friend and I to pack for the long ride home. The whole exercise turned out to be pretty easy and my friend headed out to hang out with her sister on their walk while I loaded the car. When they all returned we finished off our coffee and grilled sandwiches and headed back to the mom’s for a final memorial to their grandma.
The mood when we arrived was good. The majority of the people there were my age. I got to know some of the cousins a bit better and spoke to folks from the Bingo hall while we ate quiche and creampuffs. I discovered that the grandfather and his brother, the great-uncle, were watching TV in his little house so we stopped in.
When the great-uncle started getting ready to go everyone lined up for photos and I made myself some hot chocolate. As we made to leave, my friend received a package from her mother with old stuff in it. A number of people followed us out as we said bye and waved at us from the road as we drove away.
I had estimated we would arrive in Baker buy 430. The sun was in my eyes and we never caught any good view of Telescope the whole evening. The I-15 was easy after we got gas but the 58 super hard going past Highway 14 and Highway 395. It got really windy as we approach the Tehachapi mountains and getting into Tehachapi city was kind of difficult. I had a hard time figuring out what the red lights blinking on the mountain were but later I discovered that they were windmills. We stayed at a hotel there and I got some sandwiches.
The next day, on which I wrote this entry, we started the day having a meal in the lobby and got on the road. I pointed out a train on the way down from the summit and a bit ate at a nice coffee shop in Bakersfield. After that we headed back to the bay via Kettleman city where we found a entertainment center at which to break for coffee and other fun stuff. From there it was easy to drive into the city through Oakland.
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 couple of us stayed behind to finish our coffee when most of the party went to the farmers market. We took the dog for a walk and found that the local park had been closed because of vagrancy. My friend and I decided we would instead visit the Big Park and the others went to the house. The wooden playground there was really fun - a bit of Winchester mystery House.
On the way back to the rental we picked up some wood. I rode around the driveway on my foldable bicycle and quietly threw the balls on the back lawn until we headed out the the State Beach where our hosts were just setting up the “Friendsgiving” party.
I quietly got some equipment and my bike and tried to take it up the bike path but only halfway got it right. I had more luck at the beach fortunately - I hiked up my past and walked out as loudly as possible. The ocean was scary in a noisy way but I was resolute and not being afraid. I had my shoes off for the climb down the Breakwater in my shorts.
The party was it already started and some people had begun to arrive. I got to see a bunch of old college classmates - some for the first time in ages. I also got to know a bunch of new people. There was a ton of candy, vegan food and turkey. There were a variety of drinks. It was nice to introduce my friend to everyone over the course of the meal and remember the old days.
One of my old classmates was loudly torn away only a short while later but then and I asked him a lot of questions. An acquaintance took a lot of settled quiet photos on the beach. I was happy with what he sent me. When it became clear that people were leaving I got us packed up and my friend drove us to the rental. I knew we only had a short while so I tried to prepare the house for everyone‘s arrival.
Our Friendsgiving hosts showed up with extra beer from the picnic and we all sat in the dining area yelling at each other. This happened until nearly midnight and I ended up putting things away for an hour past midnight.
When the last people showed up they fell asleep immediately. By this time there were either people that wanted to crash or people that wanted to be loud. I got a mattress out for some people since some were slowly nodding off. Things were nice great as we started to wind down.
That night I noted that my friend had woken up a few times. The night was pretty tough. However, I learned that one of our party had gone to the coffee shop. Others in our party had turned my eggs and tortillas into a delicious meal with the avocados from the backyard.
When the meal was done we got our stuff together, checked out and went to the coffee shop before my friend and I got a room. She settled in for a nap and I quietly walked down to the harbor to take a bunch of photos of our host’s boat. It was interesting to see the bed in the hold and the galley. When I headed back to the hotel, they set sail on a short trip around the harbor.
A few hours later the party called to say the excursion had ended and we met up again at a great takeout taco place. We later returned drove to the Harbour for ice cream and visited the wharf. Later my friend went to the hotel but I returned to the boat to have a drink and say bye. We had some interesting discussions on housing.
On November 19 we quickly packed, grabbed coffee and left town by around 8:30. On the way we saw the remains of the recent wildfires in Montecito and on our way through Santa Paula learned learned about the Topotopo range. After a brief slingshot through Santa Clarita, we stopped for a coffee and a bit of shopping in Victorville and in Baker and I bought beer.
We passed Death Valley pretty quickly and zigzagged through the streets of Pahrump. The dogs were crazy at my friend’s mom’s home as I rang the bell. We knew that they would be hosting us for the night but we were in town for them. She had been at the doctors with the family patriarch - grandpa - so we said hi to him as he passed through on his way to the outer building in the yard. I met a bunch of cousins then. We had some down time then getting to know each other for a while. The uncles made a meal but I didn’t eat a lot before going to bed.
On Tuesday, November 20 we had coffee and chatted with the family. I went for a walk in the park. Our desert neighborhood was really quiet. My friend headed to the post office and when she returned we checked into the rental her sister had gotten us. It was on a golf course. We unloaded. I used the entertainment room while she went shopping. Then we had pizza, watched TV and eventually jumped in the hot tub.
On Wednesday we took our time getting up. I was in charge of coffee and getting ready for the day. My friend’s sister and her family coming win from Death Valley. We watched a movie and I quietly drove to the park while my friend napped. The skate park was great for taking pictures.
When my friend’s sister had nearly arrived. I got some time to myself in the rental and I did some writing. When we were all together we drove back to the mom’s house to see the other cousins and eat pizza. After dinner we all returned to the rental. I wound down while the ladies hung out in the hot tub. The four of us sat in the kitchen at the end of the day.
On Thursday we had pancakes and I was the last one up. I learned that our visit was being extended to Friday afternoon so we had to come up with a new plan. My friend’s brother-in-law, the engineer, hung out at the rental while the ladies went to Bingo, in commemoration of their grandmother who had recently passed. He made roast veggies and I was trying to be entertaining with the TV until we were interrupted because the ladies had returned to throw their bingo cards all over.
That was about when we packed up and went to Thanksgiving at the mom’s house. The cousins built a city in the dining room with boxes. The meal was good and there were nearly thirty people there sitting on couches and makeshift tables. Later we stood in the kitchen for pie. When we returned to the rental and the engineer and I played pool above the garage while the ladies wound down. We talked the rest of the night.
On Friday our normally easy rhythm was cut short when the others cleared out of the house to allow my friend and I to pack for the long ride home. The whole exercise turned out to be pretty easy and my friend headed out to hang out with her sister on their walk while I loaded the car. When they all returned we finished off our coffee and grilled sandwiches and headed back to the mom’s for a final memorial to their grandma.
The mood when we arrived was good. The majority of the people there were my age. I got to know some of the cousins a bit better and spoke to folks from the Bingo hall while we ate quiche and creampuffs. I discovered that the grandfather and his brother, the great-uncle, were watching TV in his little house so we stopped in.
When the great-uncle started getting ready to go everyone lined up for photos and I made myself some hot chocolate. As we made to leave, my friend received a package from her mother with old stuff in it. A number of people followed us out as we said bye and waved at us from the road as we drove away.
I had estimated we would arrive in Baker buy 430. The sun was in my eyes and we never caught any good view of Telescope the whole evening. The I-15 was easy after we got gas but the 58 super hard going past Highway 14 and Highway 395. It got really windy as we approach the Tehachapi mountains and getting into Tehachapi city was kind of difficult. I had a hard time figuring out what the red lights blinking on the mountain were but later I discovered that they were windmills. We stayed at a hotel there and I got some sandwiches.
The next day, on which I wrote this entry, we started the day having a meal in the lobby and got on the road. I pointed out a train on the way down from the summit and a bit ate at a nice coffee shop in Bakersfield. After that we headed back to the bay via Kettleman city where we found a entertainment center at which to break for coffee and other fun stuff. From there it was easy to drive into the city through Oakland.
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.
Sunday, January 27, 2019
Folded The Mini-zine
On October 14 I wrote that on the Saturday previous I got my bike and rode to South Park where I met a bunch of San Francisco Beat history buffs for a trip to North Beach for Bikes to Books. I had a coffee and got to meet some of the revelers for the first time.
We started our trip at the beat museum and we got to look at Burrito Justice’s new mini-zine. Then we walked up Romelo to wear the REsearch studio was on Fresno. Then we passed Al’s Attire and I saw the cutest tweed coat. Then we went to where the old bagel shop had been.
The big artists had all flocked to the bars there. The bagel shop had been where Bob Kaufman had been. We visited the street named after Bob, talked about his life and listened to poem by him. We went to an alley a block further and circled through a couple places. Then we walked down Jasper.
We looked in the app Gino and Carlo. Then we went to Pacific where Izzy's had been. We also went and looked at the I Hotel/Museum before going to Vesuvio where we shared pictures and folded the mini-zine. We discussed tech, librarians and how to cut and fold the mini-zine. I picked everyone’s brain before we were done.
I spent some time at the local shops before heading home on Grant, Market and Valencia.
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.
We started our trip at the beat museum and we got to look at Burrito Justice’s new mini-zine. Then we walked up Romelo to wear the REsearch studio was on Fresno. Then we passed Al’s Attire and I saw the cutest tweed coat. Then we went to where the old bagel shop had been.
The big artists had all flocked to the bars there. The bagel shop had been where Bob Kaufman had been. We visited the street named after Bob, talked about his life and listened to poem by him. We went to an alley a block further and circled through a couple places. Then we walked down Jasper.
We looked in the app Gino and Carlo. Then we went to Pacific where Izzy's had been. We also went and looked at the I Hotel/Museum before going to Vesuvio where we shared pictures and folded the mini-zine. We discussed tech, librarians and how to cut and fold the mini-zine. I picked everyone’s brain before we were done.
I spent some time at the local shops before heading home on Grant, Market and Valencia.
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.
Monday, January 21, 2019
Back at The MOMA
On September 30 I wrote that that morning my visitor and his girlfriend got me up and after getting ready we walked to the cafe where we all had the potatoes. Then we walked through the morning air to the F train and went to the Museum of Modern Art. We had some coffee and we walked through the center. We looked at a buckeye growing in the park.
We went to Tempest and sad around talking for a bit. When we left we split up but ended up back at the MOMA. We started with the Thiebaud exhibit but really split up. We went up to the third-floor and I got lost in the work of a photojournalist who had covered kids in Queens and Kurdish pogroms. We spent some time on the balcony and looked at a slideshow on Kurdistan.
A bit later we went to the fourth, fifth and sixth floor is pretty quick. And then we got our coats and caught a 14 walked to the apartment. When we had rested enough to eat we went to look at several taquerias before settling on Cancun. My guest bought me a beer and we saw a lady from the museum. We spoke to her for a bit and then walked to a bar I know where we saw a guy we knew and he looked at photos with my guest. We walked back to the apartment then.
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.
We went to Tempest and sad around talking for a bit. When we left we split up but ended up back at the MOMA. We started with the Thiebaud exhibit but really split up. We went up to the third-floor and I got lost in the work of a photojournalist who had covered kids in Queens and Kurdish pogroms. We spent some time on the balcony and looked at a slideshow on Kurdistan.
A bit later we went to the fourth, fifth and sixth floor is pretty quick. And then we got our coats and caught a 14 walked to the apartment. When we had rested enough to eat we went to look at several taquerias before settling on Cancun. My guest bought me a beer and we saw a lady from the museum. We spoke to her for a bit and then walked to a bar I know where we saw a guy we knew and he looked at photos with my guest. We walked back to the apartment then.
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.
Sunday, December 2, 2018
The Horseshoe Courts
On September 16 I wrote that I woke to noise in the kitchen. I had nothing at breakfast really because I wanted to meet an acquaintance. At 9:30 I was nearly at Duboce Café. My acquaintance and his sister came up Duboce when my coffee was ready. That was surprising because they live deep in the Mission.
We rode to Peet’s and discussed things until we got to the Panhandle. She has a daughter who knows all of the people. We took JFK to overlook through the polo fields to Spreckels to see the boat event. Then we went down JFK to the beach. My acquaintances did a lot of catch-up. We ascended to the Polo Fields and the equestrian fields. We took JFK and she met her family at the blue playground.
Her brother and I went to the liquor store to buy beer and then we went to the Horseshoe courts to look at the view.
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.
We rode to Peet’s and discussed things until we got to the Panhandle. She has a daughter who knows all of the people. We took JFK to overlook through the polo fields to Spreckels to see the boat event. Then we went down JFK to the beach. My acquaintances did a lot of catch-up. We ascended to the Polo Fields and the equestrian fields. We took JFK and she met her family at the blue playground.
Her brother and I went to the liquor store to buy beer and then we went to the Horseshoe courts to look at the view.
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, November 27, 2018
The Gatsby Picnic
In the morning of the day that I wrote this I took the bikes and trailer out and got an outfit on. We were headed to the Gatsby Picnic. We headed out as Melissa Davies was headed to BART.
My friend and I headed to Civic Center a bit later than we wanted. The elevator was hard. I opted for the escalator with my own bike. We met our riding companion on the train and sat at separate ends of our train until San Leandro. I took both bikes down while the girls took the elevator.
We wrote to a store nearby and got coffee and got our stuff together before riding through suburbia to the event. This time we took Haas though in the past I’m pretty sure we took Dutten or something else. We then took 108th and foothill before venturing under the freeway. We only got passed by one person. The last block was hard but I made it.
Around when we got our tickets and entered, a bunch of people in our party texted from inside. I saw mom and a bunch of others. Luckily my friend texted around then to say that one of our party was hosting a spread in a good spot. She was from Sacramento and had really great cocktails.
Mom and dad had a wagon. I found a spot for the wheels and then got mom and dad and the others settled. I made sure to make everyone happy. Our riding companion saw a friend. I confirmed that other people from Sacramento were not coming.
We all managed to take quiet walks one at a time. I got everyone a drink before sitting down for a sandwich. My friend and I traded several times. The hostess introduced her boyfriend. I quietly explored the vault for the spring twice. When some of the events for the day happened my friend quietly snuck off to the mansion instead.
I got a cocktail and watched the dancing. My friend insisted I dance with mom. Everyone took at least one additional walk. I got a lot of quiet complements. I took a quiet walk to be alone. When I got back mom and dad left and the others were leaving. Our hostess packed up and we walked out with her (bikes and everything). My friend saw her boss, the vintage clothing expert.
My friend and I quietly headed back to 108th with our companion. The ride was mostly easy but a couple of places we walked across the street. Getting to the platform had gotten easier with me bringing the bikes together.
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.
My friend and I headed to Civic Center a bit later than we wanted. The elevator was hard. I opted for the escalator with my own bike. We met our riding companion on the train and sat at separate ends of our train until San Leandro. I took both bikes down while the girls took the elevator.
We wrote to a store nearby and got coffee and got our stuff together before riding through suburbia to the event. This time we took Haas though in the past I’m pretty sure we took Dutten or something else. We then took 108th and foothill before venturing under the freeway. We only got passed by one person. The last block was hard but I made it.
Around when we got our tickets and entered, a bunch of people in our party texted from inside. I saw mom and a bunch of others. Luckily my friend texted around then to say that one of our party was hosting a spread in a good spot. She was from Sacramento and had really great cocktails.
Mom and dad had a wagon. I found a spot for the wheels and then got mom and dad and the others settled. I made sure to make everyone happy. Our riding companion saw a friend. I confirmed that other people from Sacramento were not coming.
We all managed to take quiet walks one at a time. I got everyone a drink before sitting down for a sandwich. My friend and I traded several times. The hostess introduced her boyfriend. I quietly explored the vault for the spring twice. When some of the events for the day happened my friend quietly snuck off to the mansion instead.
I got a cocktail and watched the dancing. My friend insisted I dance with mom. Everyone took at least one additional walk. I got a lot of quiet complements. I took a quiet walk to be alone. When I got back mom and dad left and the others were leaving. Our hostess packed up and we walked out with her (bikes and everything). My friend saw her boss, the vintage clothing expert.
My friend and I quietly headed back to 108th with our companion. The ride was mostly easy but a couple of places we walked across the street. Getting to the platform had gotten easier with me bringing the bikes together.
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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