My friend Romy introduced me to a website called Shelfari that allows you to catalogue the books you’ve read or would like to read. I find it pretty interesting, and I’ll try to add a link to my blog.
I’m still behind on the blogging; so this weekend occurred several weeks ago. However, it was eventful enough for me to remember it well. I had a flex Friday off and was ready for my three day weekend. My realtor had sent me some promising listings, and we set out Friday morning in her Lexus SUV to view some homes. When we arrived at the first group of townhomes, my realtor pulled into a parking spot at the complex. Somehow, instead of hitting the brake to stop the vehicle, she accelerated through the spot, over the curb, and into a townhome. When I say into the townhouse, I mean that I could see someone’s living room furniture after we backed out of the hole in the wall! The car didn’t look too bad off—the hood and fender had some dents and scratches, and the radiator fluid leaked out. The airbags didn’t even deploy, but I heard later that the car repairs cost $6000. Apparently, no one was home, or they were scared to come out of the house. The cop that showed up had some city workers come by and nail some plywood over the hole in the house. I have a hard time imagining what a person’s reaction would be after coming home to find a hole in their living room wall. This event didn’t give me a favorable impression of the quality of homes around here, since the townhome looked a lot worse off than the car. Needless to say, I didn’t get a chance to visit many homes that day.
Believe or not, I found the next day equally entertaining, though for very different reasons. Recently, I’ve seen a lot of postcards and pictures of the Golden Gate Bridge that include the coastline and surf. I decided that I wanted to view the bridge from the western side and also from close up. My missions for Saturday were to get a good coastline/bridge picture for myself and to walk across the bridge. I didn’t know the exact location to take the picture from, but I figured that I’d find the place by going to the Pacific Ocean and walking north toward the bridge until I found a good spot. So I drove through the city and came to a place called Baker Beach west of the Presidio. It seemed like a good starting spot and a popular place. I started walking north along the beach toward the bridge. I was still too far from the bridge to get the picture I wanted when I began to realize the section of the beach I was at appeared to be clothing optional. Unfortunately for me, there seemed to be a lot more men than women who were exercising their options. I eventually made it to a spot to get the bridge picture I wanted, but I’m in no rush to return to see the sights in that area. After leaving the beach, I walked across the bridge and back. By the time I made it back to the car, I was fairly whipped. I did end up driving across the bridge and getting some good shots from the other side before calling it a day. When I got home, I looked up Baker Beach on the computer and found out that it's a well known spot to tan and get no lines. I should have done my research in advance.
On Sunday, I braved going out with the realtor again. She chose some interesting parking spots that day to avoid parking in front of any homes. We did try again to see a townhome in the complex where the accident occurred. However, the key in the lockbox wouldn’t open the front door. I decided that I wasn’t meant to buy that place.
