I got on the ferry to San Francisco this evening and met Sandy for a date. We went to Fuzio at the Embarcadero for some mango sangria, pasta and chocolate coconut bread pudding.





The life and times of a true knucklehead – No photos to be used without permission
I got on the ferry to San Francisco this evening and met Sandy for a date. We went to Fuzio at the Embarcadero for some mango sangria, pasta and chocolate coconut bread pudding.
Sept 2001
We get bombarded with ads placed on our door. One happened to fall next to our expectant mother. Sandy has now named her Luz.
With the lagoon pumps awaiting repair and all the recent duck hatchlings, the lagoon is getting crowded. This morning I watched a mother take her ducklings all the way to the bay. Midway Vinny the Vulture circled for a closer look which brought her to lay down, freeze and blend into the landscape. I’m happy to report all ducklings made it to the bay safely.
I took the day off and decided to be lazy. Although I’ve spent the last ½ hour documenting an attack from a rogue sparrow. This bird is relentless in his efforts to get through our window.
Now the way I figure it, either Judy got hooked up with some psycho boyfriend or she is the chosen one of the bird kingdom and he has been sent to free her.
It also reminds me I need to clean that window.
Hot Dog, right outside the Bad Ass Coffee Company in the Aloha Towers, Aug 2004.
Today, long time friends Ricky & Angie came over to visit. We got to know darling Olivia and the newest addition to their family, little sister Lili. I grilled a bacon wrapped porkloin and Sandy made her favorite Israeli couscous & fruit dish.
Of course Ricky and I played some ukulele. It’s been so long since I last played as much that my fingers got tired very quickly. I felt like a ukulele lightweight.
The rest of the time was spent on photo talk as Ricky just got a Canon XSi and wanted the low down on camera gear. Which seemed appropriate since he carries his camera around in a cloth baby bag. I wish I had taken a shot of that!
Speaking of ducks… last year we spotted a blonde duckling (whom we named Blondie) and watched it grow to become an adult female duck. This year she herself is a mother. The evolution of a Mallard…
I walked out the front door this afternoon and almost stepped on ’em.