A month in review

The month began with a solo train trip beneath the bay into the frenzied madness of downtown, rich with Asian tourists ogling trolley cars and storefronts that can also be found in their hometown. I went hither into this mayhem with the intent of birthday shopping for my baby. This is the ceiling of the downtown mall, a shout out to money and all that it can bring.



My girl came home dirtier than I've ever seen anyone who lives indoors. I scrubbed her twice in the shower and baked her a cake for her birthday. After all, twenty-five only comes once.



The beer gods were kind to us; we just barely had enough glass to bottle the hefeweizen and kölsch, a couple delightful summer sissy ales brewed fresh in my bathroom. My brother grabbed a few extra cold bottles from the fridge and downed them to complete the world's fastest recycling process documented.



I awoke one morning to note by the calendar's watch It'd been three months since I was employed. I celebrated with a bubble bath, a peek at the classifieds, and a margarita and some chips.



We pulled into camp, quickly packed anew and set off for North Dome. The trail meandered along a granite ridge alternately climbing steeply and falling away beside pine and spruce canopies. Upon reaching perhaps the most beautiful place ever, we crouched beside a boulder and ate lunch. To our right Yosemite Valley opening by guard of El Capitan and to our left Half-Dome taking the cake for pure granite sweetness. "You rock, rock!" I uttered in awed homage. Before long an east coast couple stumbled along and stood beside us, on this giant rock miles from anywhere. We watched with equal awe as the fellow pulled out his cellphone and made a call only feet away. We took a few pictures for them, they posed blissful and stupid together... and then took a few for us.