This blog started when Gauss got a job in California, so after a lifetime in Minnesota, I was wrapping my brain around the idea of moving west.
The blog is now a place where I post new adventures as they come up.
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Little green arrow shows the location of the cottage in Menlo Park. Gauss' office is about 12 miles north in San Mateo. Click on the map for a larger view.
Master bedroom, completely cleared out I slept on an air mattress on the floor of my office the last night Front hallway minus everything A very cleaned-out living room My office setup the day before I left
OK, so I said my challenge was to have fun despite my homesickness. I got my wish on Saturday. Gauss and I went to San Francisco for dim sum with a meetup group to discuss a book about Joseph Needham, an Englishman who spent years in China traveling and researching Chinese inventions. Since the topic was China, we took our pictures to share with the group. Dim sum was yummy, and we had a nice time. As we walked back to the car, we stopped at a grocery store and picked up a few items. We kept thinking we should do something more exciting in the city, but we wanted to relax, so we headed home. As we pulled into the driveway, we realized that we had left the photo album and discussion book back at the store. So, after a couple hours’ rest at home, we drove back to the city, enduring a godawful traffic jam on 101. (On Sunday evening?? Go figure!) We picked up our stuff from the store and then decided that since we were in San Francisco and it was dinnertime, we should look for a place to ...
We returned to the Bay Area in May 2011. Gauss and I were both signed up to run/walk the Bay to Breakers “foot race”—although it is more like a 12-K clothing-optional parade. This post describes our BART ride into the city with friends from the running club. At 7:10 a.m. The cars are filling with costumed participants, already jolly and a little tipsy. A gangly young man in 1970s retro basketball shorts and a frizzy, multicolored clown wig like mine gives me the high five as we enter the train car. His pseudo-Afro is cinched in the middle with a green terrycloth sweat band to match his Celtics jersey. I sit down with my group of friends: Suzanne in a fuchsia feather boa; Gauss in his Minnesota moose-antler hat; and Sean and Jeff, serious runners in nondescript wicking tees. I watch at the next stop as the car takes on a cow and a milkmaid; a kitty-cat with pointed ears and leopard-print tail; Superman and Wonder Woman. Several of the characters discreetly sip spirits from bottles ...
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