So for those who followed my adventures yesterday with the bag lady shopping cart, the skanky pseudo professor who reeked of alcohol and injured my shin, and my general bad attitude, I am happy to write I had a better day today. It started out much like yesterday at work (as in, I must KILL someone or explode…), but slowly improved through a combination of yoga breathing exercises and my sense of humor. I think my night of relaxation and Dark Shadows movie helped too. Reading all the comments on the post certainly brightened up my day, as did reading everyone else’s (I’ve decided Marvin is quite happily one of the zaniest fellows I’ve ever ‘met’ and am delighted to have made his acquaintance via this blog challenge). So many good tips, interesting articles, great links and overall fun reading material!
By the time I left work, I was in good humor and looking forward to a game of Muni Roulette. Muni Roulette has very simple rules: whatever train comes along first is the one I take and I have to figure out a way to walk home from one of the stops along the route. Today my destination was actually West Portal where I was meeting Dave at 6pm for our Thursday wine tasting at Wine Styles. I wanted as hilly a route as possible (I’m feeling as plump as a force fed piglet these days). I didn’t have my bag lady shopping cart and I DID have my walking shoes (yes, I am one of THOSE women who will put on tennis shoes and socks with my work clothes. Today’s socks were black with the skeletal structure of the feet and shins on ’em) and a new paperback book to read as I walked. I had two hours to get to West Portal. The possibilities were, if not infinite, certainly varied.
The first train was a J. This was doable. I could take it to Noe Valley, wander up into the hills and do the hike up Clipper (at the foot of the hill is a sign warning trucks to use a low grade – steep hill ahead!) and down Portola. It was only a one car train, but without the cart and the crowds of yesterday, it shouldn’t be a problem. As I started to board the train, someone brushed me and boarded ahead of me.
Yes, folks, it was Skanky Professor Man, wearing the same clothes as he’d had on yesterday and still clutching a plastic bottle full of unidentified liquid. Gah!! I jumped back from the door and decided the gods of Muni Roulette would forgive me if I waited for the next train. I had no desire to have my good mood shattered by the sight, smell or sounds of another crazy Muni rat. Especially not one who’d already pissed me off enough to inspire violent daydreams. Not a good thing.
So I took an L train and jumped off at the Castro Street station on Market. I walked up 17th to Stanyan, down Stanyan to Parnassus, from there to 8th Street and then up into this amazing little hilly neighborhood with winding streets and houses that inspire the imagination. Very little of this route is flat and it took me an hour and a half to reach West Portal. During the walk I made friends with an Irish Setter named Maggie (a fine name for an Irish dog) who thought I was more interesting than her owner. I ended up going on a little detour up a hill to keep Maggie from running down into a trafficky area. I was glad I did; I stumbled on this little side street with a series of old stone staircases. One led down onto another curving street and another led up, lined by trees. If you stood at the bottom of this staircase, you could see an old weathered stone house covered with moss through the trees, like something out of a gothic novel. Shades of Dark Shadows and Collinswood! I plan on going back with a camera. I will be using the location in one of my books. It’s the sort of place you just KNOW holds the magic wardrobe or portal to another time and place.
I love walking in this town. You see things you don’t see when you drive and discover little pockets of the past side by side with the present. I get ideas for my writing all the time…and have started using them instead of going ‘oh, yeah, that’s cool’ and forgetting about it.
Come visit me one of these days. I’d love to give you a walking tour of my favorite parts of San Francisco!
Yeah, it’s a very walkable town. One of these days we’ll have to pick up a copy of “Stair Walks of San Francisco” – you’ll love it! Wait a minute – I DID buy a copy of that for you…
Yes…and now my plan is to get you to GO on these stair walks… Bwahahahahahh!!!!
You’ll probably keep running into that weird fellow. People follow patterns. I know I have my morning care on the train and my evening car on the train and don’t usually differ.
morning car, not care, of course. It’s getting late. I need to go to bed!
“Muni Roulette has very simple rules: whatever train comes along first is the one I take and I have to figure out a way to walk home from one of the stops along the route.”
I LOVE it! What a serendipitous treat of a human being you are. You really go at your life with courage and boldness. Your posts are always fun to read. You should get an agent and have a sitcom made about your daily life – it’d be a stitch – lol
I’ve been meaning to ask. Is the Muni the same as the BART? I rode the BART from Oakland to San F when I did a book show in Oakland years ago. I loved the fact that the city was so accessible. We would take the BART to Market St. and catch the Trolley for a couple bucks up and over the hill to the pier. It’s such a beautiful city and I’ve got great fond memories of it. You’re lucky to have that view all the time.
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How do you walk and read at the same time and not wander off the sidewalk and into the street or a tree?
Sooo, this time meeting up with weird guy was a good thing. You never would have taken this wonderful walk without his appearance. The next time you two bump and you careen off into another direction, you’ll have to smile and make him wonder.
Morgan, as long as I don’t stand or sit too near the guy, it’s okay if I run into him again. Although I like Helen’s idea that he was inadvertantly responsible for the walk I had. Serendipity indeed!
Heh. Marvin, I used to refer to my life as ‘Danasty’ back when I enjoyed beng a drama queen. I no longer want drama in my life, but dang it if it doesn’t seem to sneak in once in a while in the form of strange people and incidents.
Teagan, MUNI is the streetcar system and buses (I avoid the bus whenever possible, but the street car is nice) and BART is the train/subway system that goes to the airport, Oakland, Walnut Creek, etc. Muni is strictly in SF. I really do love living here!
Oh, and Heken? Lots of practice!
I sooooooooo want to come back and I only left three weeks ago. And I LOVE Muni-roulette!
Helen. Not Heken. Sigh…
Judi, you MUST come back and play Muni Roulette with me! but not in your Barbie shoes. 🙂