Jackie Link's Blog

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Monday, August 22, 2005

Gloomy August

I love this photo from the San Francisco Chronicle, taken last week.

I don't know about you, but I'm getting tired of these overcast, gloomy mornings. Some days we don't see the sun for more than a few hours, even here on Potrero Hill. On the other hand, I've actually cleaned most of my house, even washed the unused dishes on the open shelves. Today I'm going to find a new entry carpet, something industrial. Better get to it. . .

Monday, August 15, 2005

Dead ants



I got home from a terrific day out riding to find my kitchen overrun by ants, a two-inch wide column from the back of my cottage, through my office, into my garbage pail, and into my sink. Oh boy.

Because I spend so much time on a bicycle out on city streets and busy highways I try to never kill even a single ant or spider. I gently lift them out of my house, thinking to myself my life could just as easily end in a sudden squish from a cosmic finger.

On the other hand, a column of thousands of invading ants is War. All is fair in love and war, right?

Bring on the Miraculous Ant Chalk. One small line across the invaders’ path and within minutes the ENTIRE column, in both directions, is dead in its tracks. Miraculous, indeed.

You have to go to the back of a kitchen store on Clement Street and know just where to look to find this chalk; it isn’t legal. Costs about 59 cents.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Night out


Last night I went with an old friend to hear music at a club in the Mission and by some miracle we scored a parking place right on the corner. We walked up to my favorite taqueria, El Toro, had a great dinner and then walked back to see the Heather Lauren group; we both had a great time, slowly swilling our one glass of Sangria, listening to the music.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Changes

I was walking with a pregnant friend some time ago when she saw a man pushing a stroller she liked and instead of writing down its name she used her cell phone to take a photo of the label. I laughed, then I realized this was one of those telling moments when you realize the world is changing in some very fundamental ways and you can either enjoy the changes and go with the flow, or become a curmudgeon. The cell phone, even more than the PC, is definitely a watershed.

This weeks junk mail had an offer for a camera phone. I'm tempted.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

I hate housework!


I hate housework. It takes me the entire day to wash and wax my kitchen and bathroom floors. It shouldn’t take all day. First I have to move stuff out of the way; that takes the first hour or so. Next I wander around with some weird thing that needs to either be tossed or find a home where I’m likely to find it the next time I want it. Then I start reading an almost-finished article so I can toss the magazine. You get the picture: I’m probably the most inefficient house cleaner on the planet. I stand in awe of people who whip through chores and have a clean, clean, clean home. My cottage borders on a pigsty. See the shine on that hamburger-motif buckled linoleum? I give it a week to look just as bad as it did before my semi-annual ordeal. (What? You wash your floor more than twice a year?)

A whole lot'a books


I spent yesterday putting hundreds of books back into my office, this time onto shelves in front of the useless back door (the back porch rotted away years ago). I've been picking up travel narratives from the Community Thrift Store for years---about fifty are still unread---and it took most of the day to sort them because I'd start reading.

This entire week was spent getting this room redone. Kinji was here for three days and I just sat in the other room while he worked.

Now I can do something else.

Monday, August 01, 2005

Paint Day

My office is a 7' x 9' afterthought, tacked onto this tiny cottage at some point in its 100+ years, and a few years ago its flat-top roof began to leak. A new roof, from the rafters out, was put on last fall but not before the many layers of paint had buckled and popped off of the old surface. It took me several days to move the contents of a 4-drawer filing cabinet and all the other odds and ends I've accumulated in my nearly 32 years here. Kinji is doing the heavy work of scraping and painting and it will be finished tomorrow. Here's another opportunity to make it better, to use the space more effectively. I'll probably just throw everything back where it was....otherwise I won't ever find anything again!