The country mice skittered off to visit the city mice on Saturday. Tom and Dylan had some tax/business stuff to do so we drove to San Francisco for the day. Unfortunately, Rachel had been smacked upside the head with The Virus From Hell and so, on the way, we picked up some basic provisions for her. While Tom circled below, I delivered said items to a reasonable facsimile of our daughter who seems to be especially delicious to these kinds of head colds. As of last night (Sunday), however, she was starting to sound a bit more comfortable and had even been able to work a little.
From there, we made our way at a glacial pace through typical city traffic to Dylan's, where he and Emi were fixing up a wonderful brunch for us that we ate on the roof patio, as you can see. Awesome apple pancakes (Emi's creations) and eggs on a gorgeous day!! Very warm and clear. This time of year is often called "summer" in SF. It's the two weeks of amazing weather in the spring when shorts and sandals are in order. After that, the inland areas heat up, sucking fog and cold wind eastward over the peninsula, whilst East Bay and the rest of the northern hemisphere enjoy actual summer weather. And, hey, is that silly Tom clowning around in a pimp hat? Ha! You know better! Somehow (??) it was the only hat Dylan had on hand that could provide some sun protection for Dad's head. He'll throw a fit when he sees this, but I think it's worth it, don't you?
After that, we went over to the shop, which is progressing beautifully as a multi-use, two level workspace for a number of talented folks.
Dylan is just finishing a bed commission for a friend, the headboard of which you can barely see in the photo. It was sitting in front of a window, so the picture is not so great. It's a great design that he hopes to market to others, as well. He's showing Tom some hardware components he can order to make it more profitable. They eventually got all their subjects covered while I had an invigorating chat with Charlie and Karin, who happened to come by at the same time. Somehow, Tom and Dylan didn't seem to miss my input on the business discussion.
We dropped Dylan off at the Embarcadero, where he would meet Emi and others for an evening on Alcatraz. We've done the daytime thing, but this would be, uh, different, I guess. Darker, maybe. No report from Dylan as yet. We called to check with Rachel on our way out of town (still suffering, poor baby).
You knew there would be little food pleasures that we miss since our northward migration a couple of years ago. Nothing major. Rubio's is one. We can indulge when we go down the hill to Costco, where there's a store nearby. Another is Chipotle. Yes, the McDonald's-owned burrito place. We like it. So we stopped at one in Fairfield on the way home. Fairfield, by the by, is nestled in a sweet little valley along I-80 which is bright green this time of year, with wildflowers and oaks...so pretty! The main feature, for us, though, might be the Jelly Belly factory. I say "might" because we haven't yet taken the tour. But you know we will. And I'll let you know...
