Another morning, another plane.
Thursday, October 20, 2016
I’m on a 6 am flight to San Francisco, now. These early flight appointments are a bit of a challenge to keep, but I am a fervent believer in early flights, primarily because it seems like earlier flights are less likely to be delayed. In addition, the roads to the airports are clearer and the airports are (generally) less busy. I have to figure out what I might want to do in SF. I might even just work at the library.
Instead, I’ve been running around, a lot. I visited the Apothecarium, another dispensary, which seems to be doing well. The business moved up the street on Market to a larger and more elegant space. My bag reeks of the goods I bought there, already. I also ran into two of my friends, one of whom I just saw on his trip to New York. The other I plan to see later in the weekend.
After getting the goods, it was time to go downtown to get my teeth cleaned. Shamefully enough, we haven’t taken the time to look for a dentist in NYC, so I figured I’d just get it done, here. My teeth seem to have been in good shape, according to the dentist, and they feel nice and clean.
After the tooth cleaning I met another friend with whom I’ve often gone to the movies. He wanted me to accompany him to a film, today, but I reasoned that I hadn’t the time. We enjoyed lunch and then I went to Best Buy to purchase a television and DVD player, which I intend to return. I will see a friend tonight and we enjoy watching rare videos together, so I wanted to make sure that experience is intact. He also likes wine, so I had to get that, as well. Lots to do.
I saw a show of works by Tom Sachs at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts. It was fine.
After the wine purchasing and other errands, I went to Amoeba Records, this time in San Francisco, and found some things that are complementary to other recordings I wanted. That’s always fun!
I took the bus home to the neighborhood and had Japanese food at a restaurant I like in the Castro. After that, it was time to leave my old home and head to the hotel where I would be staying. The nice thing about having a key to a place in San Francisco is that I could use the rest room in private and also store my luggage, which I wouldn’t have been able to so conveniently at the hotel. The hotel check in would have been much later in the day than I arrived, so it was good to relieve myself of my bags and that they would be safe until pick-up time.
I have to get used to the fact that my home in San Francisco is now my property, but not my home. This was the first time I walked in the space – with a renovated bathroom and masking tape around it to prepare for painting – and felt that I had moved on. I love the place in New York for its cleanliness, quiet and convenience, and school has assured me that it’s time to move on.
I hung out with another friend of mine in the evening and then it was time for bed.