Drinking the cooled coffee Brian made me this morning. He left awhile ago, to train pretty much all day, and I’m going to go on a bike ride, go to Japantown, and hopefully see Spider-Man 2 with Ert. Hope I can fit all that in. It’s playing at the Kabuki, so I should be able to manage it.
The sun is even coming out in the Sunset today.
Yesterday we did some house stuff, bought a plant and some hanging baskets for the kitchen, which is pre-equipped with ceiling hooks. I also bought a bike lock (again — it seems like every few years I have to buy one because they keep somehow disappearing as I neglect my bike) and walked my freshly-washed bicycle to the gas station for some air in the tires.
I marinated some hanger steaks all day in a red wine and olive oil with lime juice, and we grilled them up. Yummay. I keep wanting to improve my cooking skills, as well as my cooking repertoire. It takes a certain amount of planning and discipline and creativity. I’ve never cooked a whole chicken or stuffed mushrooms or made ribs or anything like that. Another crazy fantasy career I dreamed up was to cook for people, because I think I have always been good at the things I do make. Again the perfectionism, probably.
I’m watching the A’s game. If I was superstitious, I wouldn’t mention that it looks like Barry Zito has gotten some control and sweetness back in his pitching today. Let’s hope he keeps it together.
On Friday I went to the Giants game with Heather. It seemed to be second-string night — Feliz, Mohr, and Torrealba standing in for Snow, Tucker, and Pierzynski. But that didn’t matter much since they crushed the D’backs 8-3. I did get to see Randy Johnson pitch (and give up a bunch of hits). He’s enormously tall and it looks like his uniform doesn’t really fit too well — the pants are outrageously tight. As usual Jerome Williams (our pitcher) got into a heap of jams and then somehow got out of them due to the fact that the Diamondbacks are crap this year.
I discovered that the ballpark sells corndogs, and that made me glad.

Yor-VEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!
Yay! I think he might have even gotten a good hit, too.