Playing Catch-up
Wednesday evening I simmered these tasty and slightly spicy falafel I bought at Costco recently in a tomato sauce I made with caramelized onion and bell peppers, a few dashes of Tapatío, a splash of Cabernet Sauvignon, salt and pepper, and just a tiny shake of ground celery seed. I topped it with some incredible greek-style yogurt I picked up at Trader Joe’s. It was so sweet and spicy and full of chickpea goodness that I ate the leftovers for breakfast this morning.
I have to continue to remember that I was a pescatarian for a few years about ten years ago and both know how and enjoy cooking vegetarian meals for myself.
Earlier in the afternoon, Jason called me at around 14:15 and was tired of being cooped up in the house. The immediate thought that came into my head was quite moist and tawdry, but knowing that I am trying to cultivate the relationship between us, I suggested that it would be a real shame to let that fine Spring afternoon go to waste, and that we were going to the zoo. He was agreeable to this and I told him I’d meet him at Castro station in around 20 minutes. Once I got to Van Ness I texted him telling him to start walking up to Castro station and be ready. When I arrived at Castro, he was just at the Sprint store approaching. good boy, I thought, and greeted him affectionately.
We went back down into the station and waited for the L to take us to the Zoo. Part of why I wanted to go to the zoo was to see the modifications to the lion and tiger cages after that guy got eaten. Well, attacked anyway, but I like to imagine that the guy got eaten. \arch It’s important to educate the ignorant to keep such misbehavior from happening. Tall order, I know. /arch
The barrier the zoo erected is lovely, consisting of a concrete wall about the height of those temporary concrete highway barriers that are like extruded pylons. Above that, two materials. To the center of the viewing area, a wall of thick Plexiglas-like material above which an aluminum slat pergola stood. And to either side of that, this netting with a wide knot space made of what might have been steel cable or some other rope material. The are a good eight or ten feet tall, and the only way someone would “accidentally” get mauled by a tiger would be if they surmounted the heights. Or maybe if they were the payload of a trebuchet. But I digress.
We wandered around the zoo, taking in what exhibits we could before the 17:00 closing time. Somewhere just past the “dead” kangaroo, probably nearer the cafe, the witching hour struck, and we made our retreat, walking back out to Sloat and toward the ocean.
The beach was reasonably crowded, and the surf looked inviting, so we weren’t surprised to see surfers out among the swells. One in particular, arriving not long after we did, was of particular interest. He kept cruising us, and had this not been designed to be an afternoon of enjoying each other’s company in a non-sexual way, who knows what mischief we might have gotten up to?
Back on the L in toward town, we blissed out and sat next to each other. Jason’s hand occasionally brushing the back of my neck, and we sat in a companionable silence, punctuated by note of a particular house or other point of interest out the windows.
Once -ler again at Castro station, we disembarked the train and headed back above ground, walking down to Bear-bears, where we said our goodbyes. I walked back up to Market and 17th, stopping for a plain coconut macaroon at Hot Cookie, which I ate while waiting the 12 minutes for the F-Market driver to take his break and get underway.
When I got home, I made that supper I described above, played WoW for a little while, then went to bed around 23:00.
Today, I had a client who is starting is not a regular client, and we did some deep work in his abdomen including his the accessible part of his diaphragm. From there I had a tuna salad sandwich and piece of pie and coffee, then came home and checked messages.
Tonight was the first of three Convention Prep nights with Harlan Kerr brushing people up on their Plus and Advanced dancing. The turnout was spirited and we all had a good time, but we really want more peeps to show up next week.
After dancing, Steve and I went over to his place and we looked at the Embroidery Just For You catalog, watched The Lorax, and I played tug-of-war with Simon, Steve’s puggle pup.
Sometime around 01:15 I said good and walked up to Van Ness and Sacramento and caught the 49 bus to Market Street, and walked home where I now sit unclothed typing this.
happy
Sinterbear says:
20 March 2009 at 2:47
Coming to the square dance convention here next month?
Paul Brown says:
24 March 2009 at 7:56
I’m not coming to Convention. Too expensive.