I just got back from a major shopping adventure at Safeway - they are dong this Mix n Match promo where you can buy 10 of any of a collection of things and get the deal. There was a 75-cents deal, so I got a bunch of chili and canned tomatoes and pasta and artisan bread and even some Rice-s-Roni the San Francisco Treat which I don't think I have eaten since I lived in San Francisco. I've been kind of priding myself on being able to go to the supermarket and get a full canvas tote of groceries for $20 or less, and this time it was a bigger shop, but I still had 3 bags of groceries plus extraneous t-paper and p-towels for $63. I even treated myself to a magazine! Woo hoo!

God, the thrills you seek when you are on the dole.

SHOPPE OF TEMPTATIONS

Yesterday I took advantage of the break between storms to venture out to Fort Funston to take pictures. It was exceptionally beautiful out and the hang gliders were floating and swooping like pteradactyls. The ravens were swooping right alongside them, the water was glistening - awesome.

Sometimes I put myself in harm's way where it would be a long time until someone found me if something happened, and it usually means I am stretching my own physical limits somehow. Yesterday it was looking down a really steep sandy incline and saying - I think I can get down there. Downhill and I don't do well together, and I have almost perished twice in near-falls. But, I put my foot out and let it sink until it came to rest, then did that with the next step and the next until I was all the way down. It felt cool, like I was walking on another planet. I got down to the beach and played with a bunch of dogs and snapped pictures. Coming up was tough - there is a massive set of stairs. But I made it and felt great the rest of the day.

HOSE AIR 2
(what is the connection between hang gliding and hosiery fetish, you ask? Beats me.)