Nov-em-burr

On the first day of November, I considered picking a theme on which to write each day, but it is now the third and I have no theme.

Cousin Megan visited the past three days and let me say it was SO GOOD to be with family, even for so short a time.

Hi, San Francisco, I'm sorry we abused you, but I'd never RIDDEN a cable car and I REALLY wanted to go to the Disney Museum (which is only closed on Tuesdays--the only day we had) and I didn't MEAN to search for the Palace for two hours, only to wander around like a tourist taking pictures while craned-neck-gaping.

I apologize, SF, because I am not sorry for being a tourist. I got a free ride on the cable car and a $1.25 visit to SFMOMA and looked at a urinal signed by some contemporary artist and said, yes, I suppose he knew what he was doing but to me this looks like backyard junk, much like the poodles in a circle around a white baby and the painting of the Virgin via elephant dung.

But the see-through skybridge that lets you gape down four stories below your unsuspecting feet certainly made my heart race with--fear? terror? awe at human ingenuity?--all of these things. 

Tip: If you're visiting San Francisco, buy a City Pass, then when you're leaving the city early, make some local (me)'s day by donating the book with the leftover tickets. Free museums, free cable cars. Free San Francisco.

We ate our way through the city but it's okay because we walked for hours. Just like Disneyland.