an expensive parking place

Today was one of those days where nothing went right.

I got up early and went to the SF Zen Center, but forgot to call a friend. I ate delicious Zen soup and salad, and learned how to be a doan. I met the friend (hours late) at the Ferry Plaza Farmer's Market, bought beautiful and incredibly expensive food -- and got a $50 parking ticket for an expired meter. Was late to meet another friend and we went for Thai food which I didn't eat. I just drank cup after cup of tea. Then we wandered to Green Apple bookstore, which is great fun and has wonderful book islands for browsing and I had to pee and there was no bathroom. (Get the gist? Nothing worked right.) Then I made carrot soup, added $4 worth of gorgeous tomatoes, but used too much lemongrass in the soup stock so the whole thing had the aftertaste of vomit. To cheer myself up, I tried to go buy fabulous purple-blue sheets, only to find they were out of the bottom sheet. They ordered it from another store, I bought pillowcases and a top sheet, and will have to go back in a week.

So basically a day of wandering in circles and almost, but not quite, getting lots of things done.

At least the weather was nice. And nothing really lousy happened.

It's been ages since I've blogged. Life has been busy, mainly with the new job and trying to keep up with people and hold myself together. I've been taking a Math Refresher class the last four Sundays, and there's nothing like algebra and geometry homework to put a damper on a social life. So far, the job is going all right. Learning to work with people -- really closely with the same people over and over again -- is a skill I admire in anyone who has it. I do not, so learning to become a collaborator, a "meeting person," a team player is like trying to grown another head. I'm working on it. If you see a newspaper story about a woman with two heads, you'll know I've succeeded.

It's nearly 11pm and I have not done this week's homework. I have a friend coming into town tomorrow and my apartment isn't really clean. Most of my bills are paid. I have $7 in my wallet. And now I have to write a really big check to the DPT. I hope they spend it wisely.