triple header field trip

So we tested our karma with the the weather gods and traveled across the sea, or at least the bay, to San Francisco by ferry today to visit three photo exhibits.
The first stop was Pier 24 almost directly under the bay bridge.

About Face is the title of the exhibit and it is worth a visit. No more comments given. Then we headed up to our lunch spot, Hope and Anchor, a bit on the pricey side but a good Crab Louie. Next stop, the California Historical Society. This has become one of my favorite museums. All I can say is there is a "homey" feeling to it. We actually became members since we seem to visit on a regular basis. The third photo exhibit of the day was the Contemporary Jewish Museum for the Radical Camera exhibit. Also worth a visit. Then we both glazed over, our feet hurt and we stumbled back to the Ferry Building for a cup of coffee and waited for the ferry to return home. We both expected to get soaking wet at some point, but the storm gods were kind.
While writing this, Mike gave me the news that "the feds oust oyster farmers" which saddens me. Somehow back in 1977 I knew the National Park Service was not a good fit for me. My impression then, and now, was they are good at building exhibits, but not good at actually getting people to appreciate the land. We made a visit to Drakes Bay Oysters a couple of weeks ago, hoping that it would not be our last.

pot pies

Many years ago I bought this book:
Pot Pies: Forty Savory Suppers by Beatrice A. Ojakangas (Jan 4, 1993)
Making pies makes me happy, and also makes Mike happy. Savory or sweet, he likes crust. I am a Crisco user. I have occasionally made the butter crust, but I know what to expect from Crisco. We turned one of the recipes in this book from a chicken pot pie into a turkey pot pie. And this year it. was our Thanksgiving main course. Our household, with the help from friends, produced a stripped down Thanksgiving feast. But still a feast. Quick, fun, and easy. Not lacking in calorie content however. The weekend continued along with more friends and more meals, and thankfully, it is over. Fun, but over. One holiday down.

walking to work

This might be better appreciated from a different angle and with less daylight to get the full effect. But, none the less, I thought it should be noted. Walking to work always proves to be interesting. You never know what or who you will encounter. This morning I exchanged pleasant words with a young man dressed in the hoodie of fashion today walking his dog. He admitted to me that it was a rough morning, you know, Monday night football last night. I assured him he would feel better later. And I am starting to make note of the lost glove count on my route. Today, a pair of rather tired ski gloves, a single work glove, and two separate disposable gloves in a shade of blue, and a shade of green. Work gloves are common sights, I think that may be accounted for as they are objects that can be easily left on the roof of vehicles.

a circular nature

I like things that end where they start:

The labyrinth is a perfect example.
My mountain moebius come close to that description:

There must be something in my makeup that likes knitting in circles, some explanation for the endless tams.
The Gris may not be circular, but he seems to have a good spiral.

november

No sun - no moon! 

No morn - no noon -
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! -
November!
Thomas Hood (born May 23, 1799 died May 3,1845)

This pretty much sums up my feelings about the month of November. September and October I mourn the passing of the days. November I am thankful the days progress quickly. Now I know it was a beautiful morning and evening today and Artemis finally had the big AC72 in the water, hull and wing combined, but I miss the long days of summer, the camping trips, the evening bicycle rides. Baseball season ends, fishing season ends, the garden declines and the "holidays" loom on the horizon.

 

louie update

Louie seems to come by every few days to have a snack and play stick. Tonight he seems to have the scent of someone's perfume on him. He is again collarless, undoubtedly, a result of a run in with the dreaded Mittens. Mittens, the evil cat, that lives down the street, and terrorizes all the cats in the neighborhood. We have attempted to Mitten-proof our abode this weekend, installing a cat door that recognizes micro-chips. It is all programmed to release when Gris-gris attempts to comes in. The only problem is Gris-gris is not programmed to push open the flap. This could be a slow process. But we have come home one too many times to no cat food in the dishes and the cat food can on floor with the label ripped off in an attempt to get the lid off. Not only that, Mittens seems to like to dance on the stove top turning on the oven. Louie, like Gris-gris seems to understand the concept that cats are not allowed on the kitchen counters or on the stove controls. We somehow survived raccoons and possums coming in the house, but the random oven on incidents pushed us into the extreme in cat technology. I will give reports on Gris-gris's flap pushing.

the monthly dog

 

Douglas made a point of driving back from lunch on a route that would take us by the doggie flag house. Yes, sure enough, pilgrim doggie has appeared right on schedule.