I feel the need to get past the horrors of this week and write about my day, even before I'm done with it.
First thing this morning my sin-police bird - she only attacks my corkscrew & wine bottle, coffee cup & coffeepot - hopped onto the kitchen table while I was doing dishes at the sink and managed to again tip over my favorite mug. (see Parrot vs. Coffee Cup). This parrot weighs 180 grams; my cup weighs 360 grams.
I then rode out into a sunny day on my old bike to get my hair cut, after which I rode up and over Market Street, circling around to the park where the sprinklers were busy watering, especially me and the road. I stopped at the dahlia garden, which is in full bloom. I was in too-bright light and besides pictures with nothing but blooms are boring.
Heading over to Clement Street to get a pork bun I came upon this fire. With sirens getting louder and louder, the fire trucks got there just seconds after me and then it was quiet as they set up their hoses and went about the business of putting the fire out.
I watched for awhile.
They appeared to have it under control without breaking a sweat.
I decided against the pork bun but went on to the Mission for my favorite super vegetarian taco instead.
No one tried to run me down all day.
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