May 21, 2005
SF Magic

Sometimes the most magical of moments can be identified by the ugent desire to have a camera on hand and the confrontation of the equally urgent glee that you don't have one - and so must live completely and utterly in the moment. And so was the moment tonight, from the tippy-top of Bernal Hll Park.

My day started early - a cup or two of coffee, a little knitting, and then accompanying 3 of my favorite people to the airport. Fetched their car home to the Mission, loved on Soosh a bit, and had a leisurely walk home (stopping in at the local bakery for warm apple turnovers and pain au chocolat from the blue-haired-baker-girl-i-might-just-have-a-crush-on.)

Shared breakfast and coffee with my dearest. Did some chores around the house, and some lazy. Got up and went to the hardware store, and the Alemany farmers market. Acquired bits and bobs and drip watering system supplies at the former, and asparagus and baby squashes and new cherries and meyer lemons and blood oranges and green garlic and young leeks and honey and fresh cherry juice and dried tomatoes and fava beans at the latter.

Came home. We worked about the house - hung a plant, repaired a towel bar, framed and hung a menu, weeded the garden, swept the patio, potted a plant, put in a drip system for the tree, did a ton of laundry, swept and vacuumed, made a great salad for lunch and ate it in the company of our travel books. (Me asking for pronunciation guidance on the French words, him for guidance on the Spanish.)

Some more work around and about. A delightful, blitzkreig visit from old friends with their dearest (so glad to finally meet them!) with a stack of cocktails and tasty roasted nutmeats on balcony in the gorgeous May weather. Customized (and delivered!) stuffed pizza. A bit of CJ Cregg.

And then the grand finale - at 9 we marched up three blocks to the top of Bernal Hill. The KFOG Kaboom fireworks show was just starting - and most of Bernal was stretched down the hill, on blankets - watching. There were plenty of boomboxes on tables - we could all hear the music. The silhouette of my 'hood stretched in front of me, in the foreground of the truly stunning fireworks. Out of the fireworks, to the left, emerged the Bay Bridge (my fave of the SF bridges), and then the lights of the financial district, and on. Behind us, a nearly full moon. (Thanks, Lisa. Without you, we wouldn't have known to go and look.)

I'm a lucky girl. The week ground me to bonemeal, but the weekend is already proving to be great succor. (If only I'd had a camera...)

Posted by shock at May 21, 2005 09:46 PM
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Sounds fabulous! I know well the push-pull from the first paragraph, and now I'm thinking my proposed solution of a cameraphone perhaps isn't so clever after all. hmmm...

Posted by: magn0lia on May 24, 2005 1:27 AM
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