"Can I ask you something off-topic? If a family pet dies, how long can you keep it in the freezer?"
I froze. Slowly, I turned my head. A woman with incredibly large and red hair was barking into a pink Motorola Razr.
It was like my car was taking a golden shower on my finger. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
The day was crisp. Birds were announcing the arrival of the sun. Early morning joggers were taking to the streets. I awoke from some surreal dream and looked at the clock.
"It's Sunday," I thought to myself. "Sweet."
Bristling with tourists, shoppers, and teens, Market Street on a sunny Sunny afternoon could have almost been 42nd Street in Manhattan, sans the smell of hot dogs.
It's days like this that remind me of how much I love big cities.
It's finally happened! This site has been redesigned. Oh happy happy joy joy! You can finally let go of your breath now.
This site is now centered on my Rambles, weekly stories on random topics published on Sunday nights (usually, although if life gets busy, I may miss a Sunday). I decided to make my Rambles the main attraction because that's what the vast majority of you seem to want.
(And if not, please let me know what you DO want!) (And no, I'm not going to give you free porn.)
Hand in hand, an elderly couple strolls a few paces in front of me. I slow my walk to match their rhythm. It's a nice, lazy Sunday and I have no reason to rush.
Right now, my brain has the same consistency as warm butternut squash, only more pink. My brain is a vegetable, it is, because I just finished watching six consecutive episodes of the Sopranos: 4th Season.
Blood and gore isn't the kind of thing that scares me in movies. Ghosts are, but blood and guts, nah.
So when we walked into the theater on a bright Sunday afternoon to watch The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, I was smiling. When I'm in a good mood, I like scary movies. And that day, I was in a good mood.
It's a sunny Sunday afternoon. I'm back at Borders again. There's a precocious performer picking a guitar, providing a lively atmosphere. Dozens of readers are crowded into this dainty dining area, listening, reading, and sipping espressos.
At a loss for words at the moment. Writer's block.
So, um. Hi. Hello there.
It's technically Monday morning now as I write this. My brain is running on sugar. Not a good fuel to run a brain on. But it can work.
Ah, it's Sunday again; another day of quiet and relaxation to myself.
I've made Sundays my day to rest. Life's been going a little too fast lately and a break is much needed.
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA