San Francisco Getaway

Tom and I spent last week in beautiful San Francisco. He worked during the day and I got to explore. I love San Francisco's food (of course), unique stores, mix of people, vistas, architecture and even the weather.

My mode of getting around varied from cable cars, muni buses and plain old hoofin' it so I was able to people watch. I found myself feeling fondly towards so many: the career girl who held a leather grip so she wouldn't have to touch the muni rail; the homeless man who kept bumping into me when the bus turned; the tourists from Brooklyn who stopped the cable car so they could take pictures of Lombard Street; the P.E. class having races on the crowded sidewalk. Very good for my soul to relax and enjoy others going about their everyday lives. I get so engrossed with my own world. It's nice to remember we're all here bumping around together, hopefully doing the best we can.

The Life We're Living

My husband and I often say this when things get crazy . . . "Well, this is the life we're living!" What does it mean? That we're in the thick of things, and we're in it together. That our children are a priority and often dictate what we can and can't do. That we'd better enjoy, because soon it will all be over.

Our lives are complicated and yet, somehow, elevated by our children. Our only daughter is nineteen years old and a great friend; our second son, sixteen, has severe disabilities; our four-year-old is hilarious and hyperactive; our 21-month-old is getting a little sassy and wants to quit wearing a diaper. They make us feel so young and so old at the same time.