I didn’t bring my camera to the Folsom Fair of 2006, but still managed to pick up these pictures along the way.
This picture is courtesy of Ben Holder:
These pictures are courtesy of Rob:
I’ll try to add more as I find them… do you have any that should be on this page? đ
Can you believe we’ve made it to the eighth annual San Francisco queer longhair party? It takes place at our house each year on Folsom Fair Eve (fourth and fifth pics courtesy of Rob).
These pics courtesy of Rob…
More pics…
To see the special naked party pictures, you need the special password.
The morning after, I read a note Storm left a note on the kitchen table saying this birthday party was the best ever!
Part of the reason for replacing the gas range, besides the fact that it is literally falling apart and has only one working oven and one knob shared between the four burners, is that some mice were living under it!
My housemate Marc was courageous enough to set up a live trap for the mice, and since then, we have captured three mice and forcibly relocated them in Maoist fashion to the top of Bernal Hill. So far, none have returned, as far as we know.
OK, so these aren’t pictures of the real mice. I got these mice at the Pirate Store on Valencia St. to fool my housemates… and it worked!
Here’s a picture of the gas range that Sears is supposed to deliver and install today:
Then, we just need the range hood delivered and installed so we don’t smoke ourselves out of the place (picture of hood was not taken in our kitchen).
We have an accepted offer on a new condominium for my mother to move from Rochester, NY, to join the rest of the clan in Seattle. Occupancy is pending financing and closing of the deal, scheduled for October 11. I’m planning to visit Rochester to help her close the deal, pack up her stuff and dispose of the rest, including selling her townhouse there.
Here are pictures of the exterior of the building which houses her condo. Within the next three to five years, construction is scheduled to begin on a metro station with links to downtown and the airport, as well as further north, that will result in the tearing down of buildings to the right as you are facing the condominium building.
What a relief when we walked into this place and found a condominium all of us, especially Mom, felt could be her new home in Seattle.
The Views —
The views from the top floor corner unit include Mount Rainier and the Olympics, although a hazy day in Seattle made them difficult to see in these pictures.
Here’s the living room:
The guest room or dining room:
The master bedroom:
Master bathroom:
The Kitchen:
Guest bathroom (near front door):
Pictures of the common areas in Mom’s condominium building–
The Front Lobby (under construction):
The last picture above is of a common newsroom area, still under construction, which will have wireless Internet access.
Rooftop Garden (accessible up one flight on the stairway just outside the door of the condominium):
Assigned Parking Spots (second one is similar but one floor up from actual assigned parking spot):
My father, who has a nasty cold, picked me up from the airport and we bonded in conversation about the sad state of the world as we drove. He dropped me off at the rest of the family’s place and I got a round of hugs from all but Abigail, who was already in bed and prefers head butts anyway, and Zach, who was a bit shy. I even got two hugs from Alex.
After reading a couple of bedtime stories to Sam, my mother and I sequestered ourselves in the living room. She sipped on a bit of the Vermeer chocolate liqueur I brought her as a present, while I had some on top of some mint chocolate chip ice cream.
She told me how much she is enjoying being with her grandchildren and wants my assistance in taking care of them during the weekdays while I am in town.
We also talked about her impending move to Seattle and about her financial situation. Luckily, she brough the folder of documents I need to prepare a financial summary for her. The amount of the inheritance from her mother is unknown to us, although not to her brother, my uncle Mark, whom she doesn’t want to ask for fear of annoying or angering him.
