Posted by Ilene on July 8, 2004, at 20:17:44
This installment is going to be in bits and pieces, because what I'm really supposed to be doing is unpacking. However, I'm at an impasse--room A is full of boxes, so I have to move some out to room B, but room B is full of boxes, so I have to move some out to room C, but room C is full of boxes. . . you get the idea.
My triumph for the day is finding the box with the checks in it. I finally paid all the bills I could find. Call me crazy, but I like to pay the bills.
I've landed in a section of San Francisco that turns out to be an outpost of Chinatown. As in all the businesses have signs in Chinese, Vietnamese, or Thai, and the only "American" restaurant (Johnny's Hamburgers) is run by Asians. The local supermarket sells marvelous things--litchee, mysterious squash, and fish swimming in tanks. We're not talking koi, we're talking carp. On the menu. (An infamous truck full of birds that used to be parked in Chinatown had a prominent sign reading, "All for food, not for pet". The business finally retreated to a standard, if tiny, storefront, after protests by PETA types.)
Okay, that's the end of part one. I'm going to brew a cuppa joe. The machine has been misbehaving by turning itself off when I'm not looking, and sometimes even when I am (sneaky little devil), so I daren't leave it to it's own devices.
BTW, I'm tired of my flimsy pseudonym. It's Irene from here on out.
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