what a beautiful sunny day in san francisco. perfect for some laying around in your underwear (this is an alone-time theme that i savor during this stint of homelessness) in your best friend’s awesomely lovely and comfy room.
i missed a craigslist rideshare to Mammoth Lakes i was supposed to catch too early this morning. and i still don’t have a cellular phone, but i might do that today. i should, because things like that happening are annoying, and avoidable and even though i had a nice morning anyway dot dot dot
it’s so pleasant and a bit surreal to have strangers striking up conversations with me on the bus or sidewalks or coffee shops. luckily i enjoy talking to them, even more now after being stinted for a year by my under-zealous language proficiency. today i talked about nail polish colors with an older lady for about five minutes on the 43.
at the excellent Central Coffee (café Afrikane all the way) i talked to this dad of two teenage boys about “kids today” and what smoking pot was like for us as younger people, and ideal places to raise children. before that, a two year old girl with blonde pigtails and i talked about how old we are, and going to see JackJack in day care.
corn talk: i am falling in love with SF all over again. seriously. i didn’t anticipate this wave of romanticism because when i left i was so ready to leave. i’m not about to move back here (because i can in no way afford it now for one), but i will always look forward to being back here. i think it’s even better for me to be a visitor, knowing my ways and places but appreciating everything differently. this town is one of the most beautiful and most nastiest ever, and glob bless it.
on the way to the bus stop a group of dudes asked me if my backpack was heavy, and i shook my head, ‘no’ and one said, “girl, you strong as an ox, ain’tchu?” to which i nodded, ‘yes’ and smiled, trying to not think of it as anything but a compliment.