![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Hope everyone on the flist had a happy 4th of July, including those who aren't American and have nothing in particular to celebrate on that day. (Although, remind me to tell you sometime about the 4th of July celebration I witnessed in Brussels once. Francophone cowboys and Indians. Mon Dieu! I think I know how an Irish person must feel at an American St. Patrick's Day Celebration. But I digress...)
Daniel and I spent yesterday wandering around San Francisco. We had tea at Samovar in Yerba Buena Gardens and then wandered over to the Asian Art Museum with the vague idea of seeing the samurai exhibit. However, by the time we got there, it was only 45 minutes from closing, so we decided to postpone that to another day. So, we found a bookstore on Van Ness, where I spent a long time deciding between That's Not My Truck! and Where is the Green Sheep? as a second birthday present for my nephew. That's Not My Truck! was a strong contender, since "truck" is a word Lior is very fond of. In the end, I went with Where is the Green Sheep? because I personally found it a more compelling read. The quest of the un-named narrator to locate a green sheep, and said narrator's unwillingness to be satisfied with swimming sheep, dancing sheep, or pink sheep, had a certain poignancy, which wasn't matched by a small mouse's search for his truck. (Buying books for the preliterate is hard.)
Books acquired, we had dinner and caught a bit of the fireworks show. The higher-flying fireworks would partially disappear into the fog bank over the city and make it look like the clouds themselves were exploding. Neat effect. We left early, and on our drive home along Highway 101, caught bits of several other municipalities' fireworks shows. I think Daniel might have preferred not having explosions going off along the side of the road while he was driving, but it was pretty.
Plans for today include a bit of laundry, a bit of lazing around. Perhaps I'll catch up on the Torchwood radio plays. Daniel's parents are in town, and we're planning on seeing them for dinner.
Daniel and I spent yesterday wandering around San Francisco. We had tea at Samovar in Yerba Buena Gardens and then wandered over to the Asian Art Museum with the vague idea of seeing the samurai exhibit. However, by the time we got there, it was only 45 minutes from closing, so we decided to postpone that to another day. So, we found a bookstore on Van Ness, where I spent a long time deciding between That's Not My Truck! and Where is the Green Sheep? as a second birthday present for my nephew. That's Not My Truck! was a strong contender, since "truck" is a word Lior is very fond of. In the end, I went with Where is the Green Sheep? because I personally found it a more compelling read. The quest of the un-named narrator to locate a green sheep, and said narrator's unwillingness to be satisfied with swimming sheep, dancing sheep, or pink sheep, had a certain poignancy, which wasn't matched by a small mouse's search for his truck. (Buying books for the preliterate is hard.)
Books acquired, we had dinner and caught a bit of the fireworks show. The higher-flying fireworks would partially disappear into the fog bank over the city and make it look like the clouds themselves were exploding. Neat effect. We left early, and on our drive home along Highway 101, caught bits of several other municipalities' fireworks shows. I think Daniel might have preferred not having explosions going off along the side of the road while he was driving, but it was pretty.
Plans for today include a bit of laundry, a bit of lazing around. Perhaps I'll catch up on the Torchwood radio plays. Daniel's parents are in town, and we're planning on seeing them for dinner.
Tags:
