Broken A Camera
Sunday. The weather has generally been overcast in the mornings with the sun breaking through just before or after noon. This means the nights are cool and I leave my bedroom window open to sleep comfortably under the covers. The temperatures here along the coast get up into the mid seventies, although people on the east side of the hills can experience temperatures as many as twenty degrees higher. That's why people move to San Francisco (and Oakland). That's one of the reasons it costs so much to live here. Supply and demand. No complaints and what the hell, the locals practice rent control.
What was that about?
It's easy to forget the shock and amazement I first felt when I arrived to find the Bay Area was more than just the free love, artistic temperament and laid back environment I was hoping to find, but had Seattle's low humidity with winters that were warmer and summers that were (way) cooler than New York (near the city) on top of it. It's good to remind myself once in a while. Of course others discovered this as well and the area is edge to edge with laid back free love artists of every kind with the occasional wingnut Libertarian techie thrown in to remind us we live on an isolated island in a nation owned by oil companies and military contractors.
A walk downtown and then on to Jack London Square this afternoon thinking things have been going so well, why not venture out on a more ambitious walk than has been my norm? A picture or two, a sandwich at an open air table watching the people stream through the farmer's market, a cup of coffee on the second story patio of the Barnes and Noble café, the square crowded, but not overly crowded; the weather warm, but not overly warm; the walk leisurely and uncommonly civilized.
The ladies were attractive and dressed the part; the sun was warm, but not hot; I was tired when I got home, but then again I hadn't fallen down on my face or broken a camera.