Moving Right Along

The house is looking more like a house each day.  Here's the 3rd floor with joist then flooring by yours truly.  We had a good 70F today and it felt nice but I'll be happy to trade it next week for -40F, northern lights and the growl of my Ski Doo as I drag Philip through the surrounding hills and valleys.

Now I'm only falling apart...

The moon was impressive last night and I hope most of you got to see it.  We watched it cover and then open up again, I thought the uncovering was more spectacular.  I stuck my hand up to see if it would change the shadow and Angela said I was being juvenile.  Sorry if I ruined anyone's pictures.  Pictured here is the San Francisco Lunar Observation Crew (Kari and her dog Payton representing)

Streets of SF

Here are a couple of shots I took to comfort myself after riding the #31 bus to Market Street.  #31 passes through the Tenderloin, where Paris Hilton would look fat, teeth are optional and bus stops are where you have long and violent introspective conversations with someone name "Nowhatimtalkingabout!"   It is 5 blocks from the Apocalypse,  of this I am sure...

Dog Tired

After work last week I made the arduous trek up Bernal Hill with Mazzy. The sun was setting, the fog was rolling in and the huddled masses in the streets below looked quite cheerful in the evening glow. I hoisted my Petes Wicked Strawberry Summer Ale in salute and left before the attack crows sensed my presence.

My Crib up in Here

Here are a few cell phone pics from the jobsite. Things are going well and the past week was sunny enough to put some pigment back in my freakishly muscular forearms. We installed a couple of massive steel "I" beams and will begin the 3rd floor next week so my views of the area are only getting better.

Runnin' Runnin'

Angela and I survived yet another half marathon this past weekend. This one was sponsored by Kaiser Hospital but there was no mention of discount knee replacements with your entrance fee. Perhaps I can suggest that for next year. We ran through Golden Gate Park, down to the ocean and back. 13.1 wet miles. At one point there may have even been a bit of sleet coming down. Nevertheless I managed to shave about 10 minutes off my last time so I feel good about that, coming in at 1:51 minutes, averaging about 8:40 minutes/mile. Not too shabby for a non-runner. Here are some pics courtesy of Brightroom.com. If you want a poster size of me running in the rain just click on their website and enter my bib number. Send it to me first and I will sign it, that will make it worth more later.
After the race Matt, Ang and I re-hydrated with irish coffees and eggs benedict. Yummy.

I spent the last two days pushing Ang around in a wheelchair while she makes little whimpery noises and says she can't feel her legs. But she's healing...

Craptacular Weather

Well it continues to rain and rain here and I've just about had enough. Angela and I went skiing in Tahoe a few weekends ago though and the snow wasn't too bad. The good news is that when it rains here it snows there. But we live here so that's really not much help. We had breakfast in Truckee and two people gave us the thumbs up for having Alaskan plates and they came over and talked about the best state in the Union. (Alaska) It was nice and made me glad I'm not in legal compliance with the whole register your truck thang. I'm sticking it to the man...