Bumpwatch 2008

20.5 Weeks, but who's counting?

This is Broderick street, a few blocks from our place. It has a lovely cascading row of painted ladies. They're so fun to look at - every time you walk by you notice something new about them. It's fun to try to figure out which houses were once twins before facelifts and remodels.

The view from Alamo Square

Get the Funk Out laundry

Hello Kitty! I ran into this friendly, handsome fellow at a neighborhood pet store. Walmart greeters could learn a thing or two from him.

San Francisco's propositions nearly spanned the alphabet, 21 in all, and 12 ballot measures. My favorite was proposition R: Should San Francisco name the new sewage plant after Geoge W. Bush? That was a tough one.

AA Market: wall-to-wall alcohol

My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet. ~Edith Wharton

We lost our beloved Cecil (a.k.a Queeder) unexpectedly on Friday night to a splenic tumor which ruptured his spleen. He was a few weeks shy of his fourteenth birthday and an endless source of joy and humor for us. He was both simple and exigent, regal and bumbling and more than a little vain - like a Brittish colonialist from a by-gone era; the sort of gent who attributed his well-being in old age to a gin and tonic every afternoon and leisurely strolls in the gardens. Travis lovingly dubbed him "The Expector General," as it seemed he was always anticipating something...a treat, some pets, a walk or just some conversation. His royalty was my shadow and my best friend, my sweet, sensitive and fiercely loyal beautiful boy. We will miss him dearly. Rest in peace sweet Cecil.