Neighborhood Hauntings: Part Deux

Ghosts

Every walk around the hood with Orelia uncovers more spooky Halloween goodness.  I’m feeling so blessed and grateful to live in such a beautiful neighborhood.  San Francisco…you complete me!

Clay_Street

Clay

Spiders

Red-Doors

Blue-Door

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Buh Bye Online Dating

Union-Street

Back in 2011 my therapist gave me a book called Marry Him: The Case for Settling for Mr. Good Enough.  Given the source of the gift, I paid close attention and read it cover to cover…twice.  I thought it held the answer.

After 2 years of dating men I have no interest in ever seeing again, I’ve decided upon a much better use for this book.  I’m burning it.  I’m not settling for a damn thing.  I’m taking the rest of the year off from dating; and I’m grinning ear to ear just thinking about it.

{The picture above was taken after a date down on Union Street.  The view of the bay was the best thing about the evening.  I was so happy to be free from the date that I literally skipped up the hill to my car.}

Lessons Learned in NYC

  • The Met is always a good idea…especially when it’s 90 degrees and humid outside.  I spent hours oohing and aahing over Monets, Renoirs, Central Park vistas and air conditioning.

The-Met

Central-Park

Met

  • When the city gets you down, go to Brooklyn Heights for a new perspective.  I had the best meal of the entire trip at Jack the Horse Tavern and walking along the Promenade on the 12th anniversary of September 11 was both poignant and peaceful.

Brooklyn-Heights

NYC

City

  • I’m a California girl through and through.  NYC is great, but there were a million things I missed about San Francisco.  Orelia, fresh fruits and veggies, the Pacific Ocean, the chill in the morning air, Crissy Field, the greenery of my neighborhood, my car, etc.  I may not have been born here, but I was born to live in California.

Crissy-Field

GG-Bridge

Spotted: Woody Allen in San Francisco

Woody-Allen

Last summer, I was getting a pedicure when I got a text from my friend, Karla.  “Woody Allen is filming in front of my condo.”  I nearly pushed the sweet woman putting the finishing touches on my toes out of my way and raced to my car.  I’ve never really been impressed with most celebrities, but I’m obsessed with Woody Allen movies.  Despite all the Soon-Yi business decades ago, the man is a genius when it comes to writing and directing.

After running a couple of yellow lights, I made it to Marina Boulevard and stumbled down the road in my flip flops. And there was Woody on the side of the road directing Cate Blanchett in Blue Jasmine.  Critics are already calling it one of Woody’s best films…even comparing it to Manhattan and Interiors.

While I love his films, what I really admire about Woody is his dedication and tenacity. Year after year, he writes and directs a film.  Sometimes it’s Oscar worthy and sometimes it’s not.  But regardless of what the media thinks, Woody keeps on keeping on…even at the age of 77.

I know exactly where I’ll be when the movie comes out in San Francisco on August 2nd.  See you at the movies, Woody!

Woody-Allen

Fillmore Jazz Festival

Corn-on-the-cob{Corn on the cob just makes me happy!}

The Fillmore Jazz Festival is my favorite street fair in San Francisco.  The music, the food and unexpectedly running into friends made it a perfect Saturday morning stroll.  Plus, the fact that it’s just four blocks away from my apartment doesn’t hurt either.

Don’t even get me started on the crawfish etouffee.  There have been years in the past when I’ve strolled down to the festival 3-4 times over the course of the weekend to get my fix.  Once a Southern girl, always a Southern girl.

Sitting down with Orelia listening to music with a breeze blowing in early July was the happiest moment of the weekend.  I looked around at the beautiful place where I live; and I realized so many of my childhood dreams have come true.

  1. I live in California.  As a child, I would write out my name and a fictional address in a “San” city over and over.  San Francisco always seemed to top that list.
  2. I have the most amazing dog.
  3. I’m surrounded by wonderful and supportive friends who have been in my life for over a decade.  There’s nothing better than loving and being loved.
  4. I am completely free and independent in a way that I always longed to be as a child.

2013 is only half way done; and I can’t wait to see what other dreams come true this year.

France{I met the sweetest French man running this booth. We immediately bonded over a shared love of poodle mixed breed dogs and the Riviera.}

Art

France{Totally want to jump into this scene and take my place on this deck chair.}

Riviera-Dreaming

San-Francisco{My favorite “San” city icon in a glorious oil painting}

Saturday Morning Ritual

Cafe-des-Amis

I recently started a new ritual that always kicks the weekend off on the right foot.  I sleep in past 8 am.  I roll out of bed and into sweats.  Orelia and I pick up the newspaper on the stoop and stroll down to Union Street.  After oohing and aahing at the Golden Gate Bridge and the Pacific Ocean in the distance, we plop ourselves down at Cafe des Amis.

Yes.  The usual, please.  Water bowl for her.  Quiche Florentine (ie quiche with bacon and spinach) with a glass of orange juice for me.  I read the paper.  I people watch.  Orelia barks at small children as they stroll by with their parents.  We both leave fulfilled and happy.

Until next Saturday…

Cafe

Orelia{Orelia on the look out for kids and crumbs.}

Fleurs

Summer in San Francisco

SF-Summer

One of the many reasons I love San Francisco are the chilly summers.  Growing up in Louisiana, summer meant 95+ degree temperatures and humidity that made going outdoors painful.  I didn’t even realize I liked the outdoors until I left Louisiana!

While others are complaining about the misty, foggy and chilly days, I’m grinning big and wide as I bundle up in layers to go for long walks with Orelia.  While I momentarily forgot where I lived this weekend and wore a sundress to a birthday party in Dolores Park, I still loved being chilly.  And the fact that I spent Saturday evening reading by the fire made the weekend seem magical.  Woohoo for San Francisco summers!!