Walkathon

Daisy warms up.

About a quarter of a mile in. Fading!

What? I have to walk around the block again?

You pretty much can't get past Maestra Monica without getting a hug.

Re-energized!

Meanwhile: Huff, huff, huff!

Luis, Buster and Elvis hit the post-walk spread.

Daisy and Cora enjoy the fruits of their labor.

Parade day

The BART station was all decorated.

Office supply store too.


This isn't the parade. This is the scenery as I was walking to work at 8:30 in the morning, about two and a half hours before the parade. Is this normal? I gave Buster the option of skipping school and coming to the parade, but he would have had to spend the whole day at work with me, which is boring, and I didn't even know how close we were going to be able to get, since we had already seen people in Giants gear streaming toward the BART station in our neighborhood before 8 a.m. He wisely chose to skip the parade.

So I ended up with this delightful Salon trio, Chris, Tracy and Ruth, not one of whom is my kid, and not one of whom told me they were bored, tired, hungry or had to go to the bathroom. Though I think Ruth might have been a little hungry.

I don't have a picture of me in it, but I was wearing my new Cody Ross T-shirt. I saw it in a corner store and it made me burst out laughing, so I bought it. My favorite thing about it was knowing that in about two years, I would be able to wear this shirt in San Francisco, a city that in November 2010 was ready to elect Cody Ross mayor, and everyone would be all, "Who's on your shirt?" At this writing Ross is hitting .231 with a .695 OPS with a month to go in the season, so we're right on schedule.

An idea of the crowd. As we were fighting our way through it to our eventual vantage point in front of the Palace Hotel, this teenage girl I crossed paths with yelled at me, "Get some orange on! The color's orange!" before disappearing into crowd churn. Thanks for the tip, person who's been rooting for the Giants for 12 minutes!

This is Aaron Rowand trying to show Cody Ross that Ross' face is on my shirt.

OK, end of non-kid post.
11/3/10

The Giants win the World Series!

Eyes are shining all over San Francisco!



The Excelsior celebrates.
11/1/10

Halloween

Costumes. Buster's Tim Lincecum costume includes the windup.

At the bus stop, on the way to Sanchez Street.

To meet our friends Caleb and Toby.

For Dad's costume to make sense, you may need a reminder of this. He's meat, in a Lady Gaga dress. Buster going into the windup again.

Daisy, clearly petrified by Caleb.

Wait. What the!??

The World Series game was everywhere.

Even offstage.

Daisy and Toby teamed up along the way, eventually producing this accidentally poetic-looking moment:


This kid's homemade Hershey's Kiss costume looks almost exactly like the Hershey's Kiss costume Jane made for herself when she was pregnant with Buster. It was maternity wear, cleverly hiding her big belly, though generally she was not shy about showing off her big belly. In fact, on Halloween night that year, she wore a midriff-bearing shirt and painted her belly to look like a giant pumpkin. Some of the neighborhood kids were a little shocked. Spooky coincidence: The Giants were in the World Series that year too! By the way: Not suggesting anything about this kid ...

On the bus home we ran into Fabian, who got a skateboard? That's some treat.
10/31/10

The big carve

Artists at work

The finished product. Dad did the carving. The messed-up tooth's on him.
10/31/11

Pumpkin Patch Gothic

10/31/10

Say goodnight, Daisy

Daisy is playing rock, paper, scissors against herself, using both hands

Daisy, how do you play that against yourself?
What?
How do you play that against yourself? Don't you know what both hands are doing?
I close my eyes.

Three days later, Dad's still sitting there, blinking.

Spooky Giants

Oct. 30, 2010: Our front window was a reflection of the twin obsessions of the moment.
10/30/10