Went down to Borderlands to distract myself and offer support to my friend, Eleanor, who works there.

Gunfire broke out on Haight Street.

Nobody hit as far as I can tell but people were scampering in one direction and seven police were headed towards it looking grim, and I could hear over their radios the suspect was running down Page street (which runs parallel to Haight).

Yikes!

You're right on the park. It's got to be pure misery!

I've learned to practice strategic avoidance. I work from home to avoid running into the hordes of stoners and the terrible traffic. If I want to go out, east of my apartment doesn't exist and I don't know her. I went west into the Sunset this afternoon and it was pretty quiet.

Gunfire broke out on Haight Street.

😬

I thought weed was supposed to be chill???

Right before we closed one of our regulars came in on a very stinky wave of 420 fumes, asked if he could use the copier (it was broken), asked if he could have a couple of pieces of paper (yes) and then wandered out again.

I'm pretty sure it was over the 2019-20 holidays, and it was symptomatic. It had been smoldering for several years but he hadn't told any of us. He got excellent care at a hospital in NYC whose name I cannot now recall, and he's currently in a state known as "we don't use the word remission in this kind of cancer but if we did we would be using it for you."

Thank you! (Smoldering is such a weird term for a cancer stage. I mean, I get why they call it that, but it just makes me think of purple prose romance, not something that will eat holes in your bones.)

Hello from the beach.

JZ I'm sorry you had to deal with such an awful person.

We got woken up this morning by the stupid emergency alert.

The vacation has been good so far. I haven't done much . Well we went fishing yesterday, M fell and hurt his knee, wrist and back (more than it is) but nothing is broken or sprained. He is just banged up. The muddy grass around the river was super slick and he lost his footing and barely missed going down on a bunch of oyster shells.

Today Dad and i went back but fishing wasn't so great.

This morning dad and I were taking a walk down the beach to see what the water and wind was like and we started talking about the emergency alert system thing....and dad says

"While DeSantis is fixing all these other things maybe he can fix this".

I know Dad is super conservative about a lot of things and we don't usually talk politics or current events but I didn't think Dad would think DeSantis was doing a good job at anything. He has been negative about DeSantis in the past.

(Dad believes there should be universal health care and living wage...or at least higher minimum wage ...but those 2 things are about the only issues we align on).

So having conversations about things can be hard. He doesn't watch a lot of TV shows and while we have some overlap in books it's not a lot.

He is going back on Saturday to town. He preaches on Sunday (his church doesn't have a pastor so certain men take turns, no women though) and he might come back before we go back but it's up to us.

I'm torn between I want to see Dad and it's hard to be around him because we are so different and having 2 extra nights just me and M would be awesome

We are both much happier, less anxious people when she isn't around.

Although yesterday M had a panicky moment. He was laying in bed resting from falling etx snd I was in the shower. The shower has glass doors and somehow one came off the track and I didn't realize until I went to open it and it came totally off the track in my hand. I was made some noise and was trying to get it back in when M came in and saw and panicked a bit.

We finally got it back but he was way more upset and scared than I was. I was annoyed by the situation and figured at worst I'd have to prop it against the far wall and the other shower door and get out and dressed and deal with it.

But M had been thinking about the glass door and had been , I guess, having anxious thoughts that I could slip and break the glass and be seriously injured and then he comes in and I'm holding the door and he panicked.

Wishing you peace and calm for the rest of your holiday, skye. That sounds scary with the door--fwiw, I would've been right there with M, panicking about possible door breakage and what it might do to you (there are many reasons why we have shower curtains instead of doors, and that's definitely one of them).

Oh, goodness, poor M. Glad the door thing was resolved without incident, but, yeah.

It's going up to 90° here today, apparently. Toasty.

I seem to not have anything of interest to share, but, you know, "Hi."

We had hail so loud last night that I (mostly jokingly) asked Husband if the world was ending. They were reportedly quarter-sized. I was worried about our windows, because it was also fucken wimdy, so it was like being inside a gumball machine being violently shaken.