Simple pleasures

Most of San Francisco and the Bay Areas water comes from high up in the mountains and Yellowstone Park.

When it was dry, the water was more than slightly brown.

Now, it has the clean, pristine, cold taste of mountain snow.

Cool.
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Another post got swallowed up by blogger. (The latest Quirk of Blogger, the editor timing out after 10 minutes..)

This one had been about the people I read for soul food.

Ah well.

A short recap:

First .. Pammie.

RAN into a pilot when I got off the elevator to walk back to my hotel room.


"Hello," he said.


"Hello," I replied.


While I was digging through my bag, searching for my key, the door across mine opened and another pilot walked out.


"Good day," he said.


"Hello," I said.


Two pilots had been staying in the room across mine.


Is that a porno scenario or what?


Should I have said, "Have a good flight"?


Then again, you don't tell cab drivers to "Have a good drive," right?


And, in case you're thinking what I think you're thinking, no, I'm not drunk.

And .. Sunshine, describing the ideal Valentine's Day aftermath:

(roommate)'s making brownies. I'm doing taxes. I should be studying but it's cold and my bedroom smells like dirty sex and roses.

Heh.

And Gabz (who updates once in a literal blue moon - due to circumstance this time), but is still a satisfying read which is why I check back every time I do my blog-round.

What is THAT stain on the carpet???

I remember why I didn't want to move. Finding a place to live can be a pain in the butt. The notice to the current roommates is in.

Can you also hear the clock tickin'?

It's been a mishmush of places that have been currently viewed.

I don't relish living in an apartment/flat with Brady Bunch stylings.

Electric range....funky linoleum...all done up in Harvest Yellow. But, the living room was HUGE!

Must...keep...looking....

Ok, so its nowhere near their 'Best of..".

Eh. I just like their style.