Never run across anything quite like this before. I’d walked by it dozens, maybe even hundreds of times, but it was rarely if ever turned on. It’s a fountain of sorts, but instead of a stream of water it releases a fine mist. It makes it look kind of like you’re looking through one of San Francisco’s famous fogs, which is kind of nice since there are a lot fewer of those these days than there were 20 years ago. (No, really, it’s an official thing. Thanks, global warming.)
I’ve been a bit MIA this week. Mostly my fault although it didn’t help that:
a) I had to run to Sacramento because I’m dogsitting Zoey again, which meant getting up at 5:30 AM.
b) My phone’s charging port stopped working so it was pretty tough to get photos off of it, plus my normal white noise app is on my phone so I had to use my laptop instead.
c) Some (unprintable) person who posts ‘sleep sounds’ on youtube decided that having theirs play commercials after five hours of runtime was a great idea. (You’ve never lived until you’ve been awakened from a sound sleep by someone telling you that your soft drugs might be full of fentanyl. I never got back to sleep, so that was a four-hour night of sleep, lovely.)
d) Work stress. It is cool being the ‘super-duper expert’ on something, right up until that thing goes nuts and you have no idea why.
Still, though, no excuse, because I have all sorts of cute pictures. Including some new ones of Zoey!
George? Well, I’ll allow it! George is 5 and is definitely part Chihuahua, but nobody’s quite sure about the other half. ‘Maybe some kind of terrier’. All rightie then.
Autumn sent me pictures that made me terribly jealous: a friend of hers in Ireland works at a bird rescue, and introduced her to some clients. I think this one is a red kite (Cúr Rua for the Irish-speakers among you).
Autumn is visiting Ireland (and performing there) and got me some cute kitties and other things! This is Yuki, the kitty of a friend of hers.
BA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA etc BATDOG! (Okay it’s funny to those of us of a certain age.) Batman is 1, and is a tireless fighter for justice and, y’know, treats and stuff.
Hazel is 9, and… I dunno… Aussie golden maybe? Sooooo soooooft.
Dunno. No notes on these guys, I just grabbed a quick photo, and I love the expression.
Barry’s a good (five-year-old) whippet! (Is it just me or does his getup look an awful lot like a ‘caparison‘?
Some pretty monuments in SF.
