Delightful and Disgusting

Letting the Days Go By

Chillin' with Bubba Mike

One of the many benefits of life in the big city is the ever-present opportunity for a nice 'ground score' -- i.e., a precious and/or valuable item cast lazily but graciously right out onto the sidewalk by its former owner-appreciator for someone else to find.

These days you can manufacture the experience by combing the "Free" section of craigslist's classifieds. But you'll never get the same high of serendipity as when you ground score the old fashioned way. Just ask Bubba Mike. He recently scored a Dickies hoodie for Django, and I'm willing to bet he's going to be talking about the excitement of it for as long as it takes Django to grow into it. For his part, Django received the spoils of Bubba MIke's great fortune with equal enthusiasm. He demanded to put it on, refused to take it off, crawled right onto the couch, pulled a blanket onto his legs, and settled cozily into watching baseball on tv.

Funny Faces

We rode the bus to the beach at Aquatic Park last Saturday, with an aim to visit the Aquarium of the Bay. But we never made it, because the thrill of getting naked and frolicking in the waves was a way bigger attraction for my little big man.

There were tons of swimmers, including seals, and it all made me quite nostalgic for my days as a triathlete. Sigh.

Post-frolick, I don't actually remember what Django was saying to me while I was snapping these photos, but he was salty, sandy, wet and surly and they make me laugh -- so I decided to fabricate his half of the dialogue. My version goes something like this:

Hmmm.

Oh my hell!

Ooooh.

Really?

You're kidding, right?


As for the video, I missed filming the funniest part -- his reaction to the little wave knocking him over -- because I had to make sure he didn't drown. You would've loved it. But, ho-hum, duty called.

Paint, Playdough, Peanut Butter & Bagels for the Birds