Goldfish

Austin went to sleep early, which only means he will wake up early so I am not all that excited. We had a busy day, what with going to the farmer's market, throwing around some beans, playing, and eating goldfish, his new favorite snack.

We actually ate alot of goldfish because when we came home from the farmer's market we saw that the people across the street were giving away a huge, stainless steel, restaurant prep table. Austin and I played near the table, shooing away all other people eyeing this treasure. Austin got cranky, mad at his mother for making him play on the sidewalk like some common child, (not the little prince he is) waiting for his dad to come home so we could heft it into our apartment. To make up for my bad behavior, I let him eat the goldfish.

So, now David has a new desk, the size of which makes it appropriate for an autopsy if needed.

I took these pictures yesterday on my solo walk. The idyllic country-like path? It's Macondry Lane, made infamous by Armistead Maupin in his Tales of the City . The other picture is from the top of Nob Hill. Or Russian Hill, I get them confused.