doggies!

We woke up late today, after falling asleep in front of a movie at around 9pm last night. I don’t know how people go to happy hour and then out again to party on a Saturday night. After a few 50 cent beers down the street, and a good dinner of hamburgers on wheat toast, I was down for the count. Full and sleepy.

I hate to clean on Sundays, a day that should be lazy and full of mimosas and barbeques and sleeping in the sun, but it was the chance we had to do it. We got out of bed, unpacked some of out last boxes, took out the trashed, rearranged our kitchenette for a more satisfying cooking experience, and organized everything that had gotten away from us during the week. By 12:30, I was cranky. We hadn’t eaten, and T was listing off all the things we had yet to do.

There are some times when, no matter what you have on your to do list, no matter how little time you have to accomplish it, and no matter how crazy your week ahead looks like, you have to stop. You have to take a rest, catch a breather, come up for air. I demanded we go outside and walk around in the sun, to hell with all this cleaning. T agreed, without much coercing, grumpy himself by this point. After getting some coffee, and walking down the sunny side of the street, we settled in at Duboce Park to eat a bagel and watch all the dogs out for their Sunday stroll.

After a few minutes it was clear that this was just what we needed. Watching puppies of all different shapes and sides jump around, sniff each other and come around to say hello and demand affection, our grumpiness faded away. We took a long stroll up Haight St., watching people of all varieties stroll about, drink, eat lunch, and shop. We ended up at one of our favorite places to go on a day like this. From Hippie Hill in Golden Gate Park you can sit for hours, watching all the people, listening to the drum circle. It’s a true happening, with people doing acrobatics on the grass and naked babies dancing. You can see friends being made, items being traded, and picnics being had. It feels good, to be around so many people just relaxing, sitting in the sun after so many days of rain, and not having to do anything in particular but sit, and watch the world go by.

We came back to a clean room, a bottle of not-bad cheap chardonnay, a sweet, borrowed dog of our own to walk around the block, and a brighter outlook on the week ahead. Hooray for Sunday.

T playing the piano to relax at Haight St. Music Center.

The entire pond covered in algae.. gross!

Hangin' on Hippie Hill