mission statement

how the weekend started:

my brother, sister and i having breakfast at Local.  they're sorting through a pile of our mom's mail trying to figure what is current.  my brother is sporting a Kiss t-shirt, my sister an epic tattoo.  she is also drinking a giant glass of milk.  old. school.
we were prepping to drive to visit our mom and come up with a plan to move her and her stuff to another town.
how it ended:

the next afternoon i was by myself at gingergrass.  having a coffee, sangria and a spot of lunch.  our plan didn't work out as we'd hoped.  disaster is an apt description.  still!  we came through the weekend resolved as ever and happy to have spent some time together even if it was full of drama & shenanigans.  i have only been home for the holidays twice since 1989 so we haven't spent much time together, the three of us.

¡vamanos los gigantes!

 since moving from the bay area a jillion years ago i don't get to attend many giants games.  b/c i live in territory hostile to them i don't get to see them on tv much.  i love watching baseball.  love watching players getting into their batting stances, the pitching motion of guys on the mound, the throws, and the way they wear their uniforms (pants vs. sanitaries, buttoned up or loose, etc) all of this to say that i have loved watching sergio romo pitch!  stripey socks to wiry beard, all badassery and enthusiasm.  i don't know who took this pic.  it was posted on the giants twit feed and i grabbed it.
LOVE IT.

and this:  this was taken after the last game in cincinatti when the giants beat the reds to win the division.  this pic of clean-cut looking posey & living-on-the-fringe wilson embodies what i adore about this team.  about the bay area.  again i don't know who took this pic. 

we are going to the world series!
(this will probably be the most sports-related i will get here.  i am in the glow of the big win last night AND i have a little free time.  this results in sports posts. )

2 blocks from the Quik Stop

i wanted to post something today.  just had a weekend full of family drama and theatrics.  the Lunts, we are not.  in lieu of that post i'm putting up this odd nugget from last june's road trip.  this street sign is at the intersection of the street i lived on as a kid and the street of my best friend.  i wish i'd driven the distance to her house from here to see how far it is in grown-up distance. 
california suffered a dry summer so this neighborhood may be less green than it usually is but it still felt grim compared to when i lived there.  dirt yards, dead plants.
i wonder how many times i crossed the street at this intersection or rounded this corner on my way to michelle's house, or coming home from there (running so i wouldn't be late for dinner).
how many times did i make that trip carrying records? archie comics? elton john cassette tapes?

o! the stats of youth!