Nothing To Do in San Francisco: Nothing to Do in San Francisco

Another day with nothing to do. No agenda. No list of tasks. Just free time. Very liberating.

I forgot to tell you: I quit my part time job a few weeks ago. Got back from our trip and decided it was too much busywork and bureaucracy. I left on good terms. They understood. I needed to be fully retired. I might work again if the right opportunity comes my way. I am not looking.

Listened to music all day. Ahhh. I can't stop listening to the playlist I made for my mom's 85th birthday. You can find it on spotify: search for the bear or Barry Gorelick. "Phyl's 85th Birthday" playlist. Great for Baby Boomer's and 60s music lovers.

Did a mid day spin class at my new gym Equinox. Swanky place. High energy. Crowded. Much different than Crufit. It is in the old Pacific Coast Stock Exchange building. Huge stone building with columns and steps in front. Like a mini Lincoln Memorial.

Very nice bikes; just like Crufit. But they don’t take full advantage of the watt recording capabilities in most of the classes. I like it nonetheless. They have 20 spin classes a week. It is a fifteen minute walk from home. I am going to about four classes per week. Happy with my change.

I love living in San Francisco. There is so much to do, places to go, restaurants large and small. After my workout, I stopped, as per my new habit, at Onigilly for two Ume (preserved plum) Onigiri. Nice snack.

Came home. Tired. Rested for a few minutes. Then packed up for a bike trip to Rainbow.

Rode my Linus three speed (looks like the one in the picture below). Black, heavy, slow, Brooks leather saddle. Big yellow panniers. Perfect for going to the market across town.

Arrived at Rainbow. Locked up the bike for protection from the many talented thieves. Started shopping. What a great vibe. About as liberal as it gets in San Francisco. Organic. Vegetarian. Egalitarian. I had to shop sparingly because I can only hold so much on the bike.

Checking out, I picked out a youngish looking Latinx checker (See footnote below). I love Latinx. Especially at Rainbow, because you can’t always tell gender checking out.

OK something wonderful happened while checking out. I proudly told the latinx checker that I qualified for the “old person’s” discount (age 60). She carded me! How great that she did not believe that I was actually 60 years old. That made my day. Here's what she saw - I don't look a day over 59.

On home to unpack my Oatly, etc. My favorite non-dairy milk. I guess I need to tell you that I am back to my old diet: vegan plus fish and seafood. It was fun to eat everything while traveling but not sustainable. Not healthy. I have taken off the ten pounds or so I gained on the trip.

Feeling great. Oh shit! I have nothing to do tomorrow!

Footnote:

Latinx is a gender-neutral neologism, sometimes used instead of Latino or Latina to refer to people of Latin American cultural or racial identity in the United States. The ⟨-x⟩ suffix replaces the standard ⟨-o/-a⟩ ending of nouns and adjectives, typical of grammatical gender in Spanish. Its plural is Latinxs.

PS: While I was doing nothing last week -

Fished on Friday with my new pals: Greg, Earl and Roe