Tagged With: Kris & Gene
Little House in the Big City
We had the first rain of the season in the city today. I sat gloomily at the window, wrapped in a blanket, thinking of soup. At the first hint of being housebound for a season I am already worrying. Are we in the right place? I’m thinking of Amsterdam, trotting through the cold streets, into … Continue reading
Books vs Boyfriend
On Thursday I went to the annual SF Library booksale and brought home 30 books for $50. Today, after more coffee than my brain could reasonably handle, I went into the dining room where the Lad was clattering away at the keyboard and where my shelf of unread books was sitting patiently. “How are you … Continue reading
From humble beginnings we built our empire
Today is our fourth anniversary, rather arbitrarily calculated at this point but better than nothing. In celebration of this, we’re going to sundae ourselves into food comas tonight at Fenton’s, which was the site of our very first date — except it was a different Fenton’s, which was possibly a Leatherby’s at the time, and … Continue reading
Several hedgehogs, some nuns
About two years ago we moved into this love palace. I remember what I was thinking when the photo below was taken, and mostly what I was thinking was “oh, shit.” There were too many rooms. There were too many pieces of furniture, but also not enough. Whose sheets would we use? Would I ever … Continue reading
The couple that posts together…
We had planned to drive to Santa Barbara on Sunday for Nuala’s birthday party, but the Lad started having weird pains on Friday and by Saturday night he was admitted into the hospital with possible appendicitis. Happily, nothing had to be removed and on Monday he was released after two nights of hospital liquid meals, … Continue reading
Kiss
Saturday. The Lad is building me a new laptop, because my old laptop can only run Windows 98 and stops working if you try to do anything really exciting like open three windows at the same time. I sit at our massive dining room table and watch him tinker around with things. He pulls a … Continue reading
Is that me in your pocket?
I’ve gotten a few questions about yesterday’s post, and I just wanted to clarify: the Lad is not a peach tea. If anything, the Lad is a Moroccan Mint tea from Numi. The peach tea thing was inspired by my job search. Ok, on with the entry. At the end of her love scene with … Continue reading
Jam yesterday and jam tomorrow
Though he loves to work and slave For me every day He’d be so much better off If I went away But why should I leave him? Why should I go? He’d be unhappy Without me I know I’ve got that man Crazy for me He’s funny that way The Lad will soon be taking … Continue reading
Screak: a screeching squeak
Two nights ago I slept face to face with the stars for the first time. After a long day splashing around in the east’s 106 degree temperature, the night cooled off to a manageable 100 or so and I slept out in the hammock with the Lad nearby on a palliasse of pool mats. He … Continue reading
In search of Wallace
Last night the Lad and I attended the 48 Hour Film Project in Dolores Park. I love that park at night: the lambent lights on the tennis courts, the anile palms rustling their gossipy heads together, and Ursa Major overhead eating the rest of the stars. The weather was as good as the park and … Continue reading