SFO layover

jogging

Big city nature.

Fabulous jog this morning on the San Francisco Bay Trail, next to my layover digs…
Oyster Cove (north of SFO) is representative of the clean view.

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Provenance

cars

B.O.U.R.Girl and I drove over to the north side this afternoon to inspect an S2000 that I spotted on craigslist.org. The owner represented it as her “baby”, and pampered, “near tears over parting with it” but it turns out that she is only a silent partner and that it’s really her brother’s car. The windshield has some kind of graphic logo spelled across the top. Translation. Little brother owns a tuner shop and sells nitrous and speed equipment… and I just have to ask: “…of course he never bolted anything on THIS one — right?” We walk away from the vehicle taking backward steps toward our car.

Portland, ME

jogging

great running route on the Back Cove. Fresh sea air and sights and smells from the tidal marsh.

Portland, ME

jogging

great running route B

Portland, ME

jogging

great running route A

price check

social

Dang! I wish’d I’d stocked up on R-134a last summer… The price has easily doubled. I got a clue — browsing the AutoZone and not finding the A/C supplies for garage do-it-yourselfers. The stuff is now too pricey to set out. Would be easy pickin’s. They keep it locked up. Dupont has the market cornered says the sympathetic cashier. Cost of oil blah blah blah. Gotta keep cool. Hopefully, it will only take one can to blow ice cold.

Tampa layover

jogging

Safety Dinning. Settling in to a booth for a late-lunchearly-supper at the P.F. Changs I decided on Kung Pao. Chad, the waiter, makes note of my choice and then asks: any dietary requirements or allergy concerns ? [blink] Maybe Chad is gun shy? Another patron didn’t survive his meal? We live in a litigious society and must sign a release acknowledging that the coffee is really hot? Naw says I. Jazz it up. I take full responsibility for myself. and Chad dispatches my order to the kitchen. Perplexed from this interview , I realize that it’s the PEANUTS (listed in the menu description, although, a fine print disclaimer on the menu might have been more PC) Ah so! But I have an iron stomach. Those slippery buggers are a challenge with the chop sticks though. You have to position them from 12 O clock high otherwise they squirt away. Hard to nab one at a time.

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trying to maintain

flying

Dealing with “Time on task”, “Circadian Rhythm” and “back side of the clock”. Decided to start off with a $4.99 breakfast buffet at Terrible’s (hotel and casino) but first — a brisk walk to the strip. The place looks different in the sunrise with fountains and glitter switched off. There’s the usual smokie crowd nursing drinks and still trying for that elusive good luck win but I was struck to find the place alive with regular people out pounding the sidewalks jogging. Personally, I’d save it for a natural wood or in this neck, a desert trail, but you’ve got to get it when you can. Got to avoid a morning cat nap. Will struggle until late afternoon supper and then siesta for our midnight show and the dreaded red-eye.