This blog entry is flying through the airwaves from Nervous Dog Coffee on Mission Avenue due to numerous human and mechanical difficulties over the past week. Hey, but it's a gorgeous day.

What I have learned includes the following:
San Francisco is such a walkable city. Sidewalks and pedestrian bridges everywhere. A half hour's walk connected the points of the city for me more directly than a week's driving had. From Chenery, accidentally found Monterrey near where I first lved, and then Glen Canyon Park rec area, where the Wednesday morning bo class takes place.

Late yesterday afternoon, I walked to Glen Park again. High, high in the eucalyptus trees,two great horned owls, a male and a female, call and response, call and response.

Echoing an entry I'd just transposed from over a year ago, two eastern screech owls, a male and a female, call and response.

Sometimes I've been lost since I've been here. But Tuesday late in the night, I turned too early onto Mission and I went a couple of blocks down the narrow dark mystery street I was on. I u-turned, and as I u-turned, saw I was on Mission after all. U-turned again, and all was good.

Sometimes we think we're lost, when we're not lost at all.