Maybe not, having time off to think about what we are trying to do or accomplish is important too. We have lots more work to be done at the Morgan Street house, more painting, more tiling, more details AND we have work to do in The Swamphouse too! The carpet in the office downstairs and in the upstairs bedroom (mine now as I'm in exile from The Marriage Bed by mutual agreement) too. Then tow new floors get put in place, a wood one like the other upstairs bedroom and here in The Office a continuation of the terracotta tile that is everywhere else downstairs. These are NOT small projects and will take at least another month to complete AFTER we are done with the Morgan Street house. France this year? I really don't think so, it wouldn't make much sense (financial or otherwise) to go and stay only a short time as we refuse to spend the winter there at all anymore...to !#$#$#@! cold, brrrrrr.
So we will just continue onward and upward on the two houses and rent this one when we are done and enjoy that one afterwards.
My son Michael, my grandson Jordan and I went to see the King Tut exhibit at the De Young Museum in Golden Gate Park yesterday afternoon. We had a great time gawking at all the treasures, reading all the liner notes and being jostled by the madding crowd. We spent a bit of time looking thru the souvenir shop for something for Jordan to remember this good day by. Satisfied by a hieroglyphic chart after looking through the wide array of gizmos and goo-gahs we ambled off towards the car and our dinner at Gino's Pizzeria on California Street. It was crowded and noisy with diners at this dinner hour as is typical of most restaurants in SF on a Friday evening. We orderred 2 beers and a Sprite and were seated at the counter in anticipation of the repast to come. A delicious and very fresh salad came first which we all shared eagerly, then the beautiful individual pizzas, a sausage and mushroom for Michael, a pepperoni for Jordan and a pepperoni, olives and anchovy one for yours truely, they were wonderful! A nice thin crust, blistered throughout with just the right amount of sauce and mozzerella, they were excellent! We wandered back to the car and drove north through the city to the Golden Gate Bridge, tony Marin County and to Petaluma where they dropped me off at the truck which was loaded with a three panel door purchased earlier in the day. I drove home feeling satisfied that we'd had a great time and shared time with each other, it's a too rare event that I'd like to do far more often. We aren't getting any younger!
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Saturday, March 27, 2010
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Tick, Tock, The Mouse Ran Up The Clock
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This is what happens when good friends die and you are given boxes of his/her "stuff" 'cause you "were there" for him or her. Him deaths are perhaps more interesting than her auctions for guys unless you like old shoes, hair clips, old
jewelery...not bad stuff but not nearly as interesting as the treasure trove
I got when my best friend Jerry kicked the bucket a few years back. Loads
of stuff, shortware and crystal radios, ship's clocks, guns, old computer crap, inventions, model steam engines, all kinds of Boy Toys all in fine shape. No tools though and he HAD tools! I treasured the metal lathe and milling machine alas.
No cars came my way, though I wanted the MG TF...a beauty and perfect with less than 5000 miles on it! Red no less. Kelly and I had driven it and it BELONGED to us
one day...alas...no. But it had a connection to this clock I'm selling on ebay. It was one of the many toys and I think I need to get rid of it to someone who will really love it, mount it and use it for it's intended purpose in it's mechanical perfect life. It's at $787 right now after a quick 2 day run up on eBay, Jerry would be amazed. He had that clock thing and had bought it many years ago when he was in Hong Kong during his service for IBM during the Vietnam war. He owned the
TF then too but it was back home in a garage, fully covered, safe for years
to come. The clock was meant for it's perfect wooden dash and it would have
looked impressive thereon. When he built his new house in Mill Valley the
car came back to the house and was put away as before and a tempting distance
from the Huere Master-Clock that NEEDED to be mounted. Such was the life of the car and the clock. Jerry and I did many projects in
that house, he fixed from the ground up an ancient player piano, made it
perfect I tell you, and collected rare music rolls from all over that played
in it, I helped cut the tubing to replace the old rotten lengths that drove the thing. One day on a coffee stop at his house (pot was always on!...always!) I picked on him with a want I had...lets run the TF around town, out of 101 for a few miles, cross the GG Bridge in it, I'll take pics I told him. So we did, cranked up, it purred. He drove with his Beret on tilted at a jaunty angle and we roared (in a tiny way) off down the drive. As we crossed the bridge with the City ensconced in fog as it can be in the summer (just for the tourists mind you), he said "That clock
should be right here"...and he pointed just top the right of the steering
wheel...where 4 lightly placed pencil marks shown where the holes to mount
it would be drilled. I said "uh huh". We drove back over the bridge, stopped for a beer (maybe 2) at Ondine's in Sausalito. We drove back to his house and I helped him hide the TF away once again. That was a close as the Huere ever came to
being on that car. The car was back to sleep that day, locked in the garage
for another 10 years and the Huere went back into his sock drawer where it had
been since he came back from the Vietnam war in 1966. He was dead 6 months
later of throat cancer, a life long chain smoker gone to glory. I loved
him. What a character. So many stories, so little time.
This is what happens when good friends die and you are given boxes of his/her "stuff" 'cause you "were there" for him or her. Him deaths are perhaps more interesting than her auctions for guys unless you like old shoes, hair clips, old
jewelery...not bad stuff but not nearly as interesting as the treasure trove
I got when my best friend Jerry kicked the bucket a few years back. Loads
of stuff, shortware and crystal radios, ship's clocks, guns, old computer crap, inventions, model steam engines, all kinds of Boy Toys all in fine shape. No tools though and he HAD tools! I treasured the metal lathe and milling machine alas.
No cars came my way, though I wanted the MG TF...a beauty and perfect with less than 5000 miles on it! Red no less. Kelly and I had driven it and it BELONGED to us
one day...alas...no. But it had a connection to this clock I'm selling on ebay. It was one of the many toys and I think I need to get rid of it to someone who will really love it, mount it and use it for it's intended purpose in it's mechanical perfect life. It's at $787 right now after a quick 2 day run up on eBay, Jerry would be amazed. He had that clock thing and had bought it many years ago when he was in Hong Kong during his service for IBM during the Vietnam war. He owned the
TF then too but it was back home in a garage, fully covered, safe for years
to come. The clock was meant for it's perfect wooden dash and it would have
looked impressive thereon. When he built his new house in Mill Valley the
car came back to the house and was put away as before and a tempting distance
from the Huere Master-Clock that NEEDED to be mounted. Such was the life of the car and the clock. Jerry and I did many projects in
that house, he fixed from the ground up an ancient player piano, made it
perfect I tell you, and collected rare music rolls from all over that played
in it, I helped cut the tubing to replace the old rotten lengths that drove the thing. One day on a coffee stop at his house (pot was always on!...always!) I picked on him with a want I had...lets run the TF around town, out of 101 for a few miles, cross the GG Bridge in it, I'll take pics I told him. So we did, cranked up, it purred. He drove with his Beret on tilted at a jaunty angle and we roared (in a tiny way) off down the drive. As we crossed the bridge with the City ensconced in fog as it can be in the summer (just for the tourists mind you), he said "That clock
should be right here"...and he pointed just top the right of the steering
wheel...where 4 lightly placed pencil marks shown where the holes to mount
it would be drilled. I said "uh huh". We drove back over the bridge, stopped for a beer (maybe 2) at Ondine's in Sausalito. We drove back to his house and I helped him hide the TF away once again. That was a close as the Huere ever came to
being on that car. The car was back to sleep that day, locked in the garage
for another 10 years and the Huere went back into his sock drawer where it had
been since he came back from the Vietnam war in 1966. He was dead 6 months
later of throat cancer, a life long chain smoker gone to glory. I loved
him. What a character. So many stories, so little time.
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