Saturday, February 24, 2024
Medium bowl of oatmeal with milk, flax meal, cacao nibs, toasted slivered almonds, toasted shaved coconut, diced half banana; hot water. Wrote feedback to ARAG Legal about the incorrect instructions for their DIY doc for standard will. Their instructions say three times that it must be signed before a notary public, but for California this is incorrect. In fact, you should not go to a notary public. All you need is two witnesses of your choosing who otherwise meet the requirements. So much time and a bit of money wasted. Housecleaning: dusted and vacuumed, washed dishes, spot-cleaned parts of the kitchen floor, cleaned inside the fridge. Patrick napped. Lunch at home with Patrick: from our leftover fried chicken dinners two nights ago we made fried chicken sandwiches with a side of delicata squash. Water to drink. In the afternoon we walked and rode Muni to the Castro. The weather had turned notably warm. Many other were dressed in shorts and t-shirt or less. Because we came from the Sunset District we were of course overdressed. We got iced hazelnut latte (Patrick) and iced chai latte (me) at Sisters before visiting a professional tax preparer referred to us by Suzan R. Our visit went very well, I thought. Afterwards we visited Mom Ryan while Kerry was away playing darts. We talked about her memories and she shared stories from her past decades. Patrick and I departed to dine at Warakubune (307 Church Street). We hadn't been in many years but one of the staff seemed to recognize us. We sat at the counter, enjoying the many boats passing with delicious, serendipitous sushi and other delights. We separately ordered a soft-shell crab (spider) roll. We shared a large sake. All food and drink were delicious, and service was very good. We were told there was a problem with their credit card reader and a 15% tip was included automatically. (?) We added a $5 cash tip. Afterwards we walked in the Castro and observed from a distance a person at a Muni shelter who had started a small fire that lasted several minutes. We continued walking and encountered Timmy D and stopped to briefly say hello. He introduced us to a friend named Frank. Later Patrick and I ended up at Swirl where we each had a delicious glass of gamay. I don't know that I've ever tasted gamay before. It was our first time sitting in the parklet booths, and we found it quite comfortable as the day's warmth dissipated. Rode Muni home. Patrick went to bed, and I joined a bit after journaling.