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it's meeee again
Another gorgeous day, although it's always too good to last, and even as I write, the innocent looking tendrils of fog are creeping over Twin Peaks... San Francisco residents know that the fluffy looking wisps are actually ruthless icy whips that slip down the steep streets and swirl into every nook and cranny of the city until they find you, mid afternoon, thinking you're safe leaving the house without a jacket, scarf, and gloves... okay, pathetic prose, but that's how it is. when that fog comes back, it's COLD.
But that's okay, because it was still a successful day for the most part. Packages were shipped, phone calls were returned, bills were paid, and I even had a customer, Lupe. Lupe is Mexican American, and dating a Yemeni guy. She wanted to surprise him with henna for Valentine's Day. :)
And did I mention yet that we have a new compost pail and biodegradable baggies? Although Anand had adamantly opposed my composting attempts, apparently he saw some brochure in the mail extolling the virtues of composting, and all of the sudden he wanted to do it. Well, I really can't complain! I don't care what it takes to convert him, as long as it happens. Maybe I'll start "mailing" my good ideas to the house under the guise of some non-profit organization or another... let him think it was his idea... what is pride anyway? Who cares. If it benefits everyone, then we should just move forward with it.
So, we have drastically cut back on our dining out, not sure why, maybe it's that a kilo of tortillas can provide a heck of a lot of meals... but we haven't actually *gone out* for dinner in at least a week and a half although we have had take out several times. But because I had a bit of time this afternoon, I took a quick walk to Lucca, the Italian specialty place on the corner. It is truly an authentic Italian deli. It's tiny and crammed with all sorts of comestibles, from baby clams to anise candies, to capers, and of course all the homemade pastas, cheeses, cured meats, Chianti, and delicate cookies... and all the signs are hand painted. The aromas of homecooked pasta sauces permeate the whole corner of that neighborhood. You take a number when you walk in and while you wait for your number, you shop. You can buy off the shelf only what you can carry because there are no baskets, the aisles are so small you would not be able to maneuver a basket, let alone a cart! Once your number is called you squeeze your way to the counter where the jovial staff in their white aprons tease the customers and each other, throw things, and engage in a repartee that ranges from slapstick to sophisticated. No types of jokes are off limits, so leave your ego and militant ideals at the door! They never seem to tire of this banter, even at the end of a long day. It is so refreshing to go there, and I savor the small moments of Old World authenticity almost as much as I will later savor the tender cheese filled ravioli. mmmmm.
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