went to sunday streets at ocean beach, another beautiful day with bikes everywhere, little dogs up for adoption maya could hold in her lap, soccer balls to kick, hula hoops, blue sky, booths explaining climate change, old friends and students, kids from my kid's school, free clif bars, bubbles, lion dancers, and raver music blasting from the back of burning man bikes. maya wobbled up and down the freedom from training wheels runway (she doesn't even have training wheels yet) many many times and gave the surprised bike volunteer lady a hug when we left.
later i walked to the rock make festival with miles, where we saw all the cool things people around here make: bowls out of records, knitted pac man ghosts, 3-D rock posters, t shirts, hula hoops, jewelry from old keys and coins, a 3 headed fire dog stuffed animal, bags, comic books, and mostly music. we saw and heard some darn good rock bands.
on the way home we envied all the wide sidewalks and miles observed that when they made our sidewalk narrower it was like saying that people aren't as important as cars. he also noted that people made cars but cars can't make people, so that proves people are more important.
my foot hurts, i have some sore foot condition i self-diagnosed. i know that every time i walk a lot, as i did today, my foot will kill me later, and in the morning. i am icing it right now. i love to walk, can't give it up. walking home we passed the house on 23rd with the mysterious new stained glass sun windows and a man was opening the gate. i asked if the building was now some kind of artist community and he said no and invited us in. the landlords built these cool japanese walls to park bikes and strollers behind, and built a big shared courtyard with a stage for the three building they own to share. miles jumped on the stage and said if he had this in our yard he would meditate on it. or put in a basketball court.
pretty soon i will write some social commentary again, for those of you readers getting bored with all this imagery. i feel the social commentary coming through the images, hope you feel it too.
on that note, i just heard something that sounded like gunshots. and an ambulance. and remembered our evening yesterday on potrero hill, where Bridge Housing sponsored an event at the potrero rec center to celebrate?educate? bring people together for Rebuild Potrero. there were brochures of what it will look like when the current housing projects on potrero hill are torn down, and it all looks very wonderful, if things go as planned. a neighbor from the projects gave us tiles to paint which would be fired and someday put up in the office or community center of the new community. there was an awesome dj, rich playing football with neighborhood kids, miles playing soccer, our friendly school crossing guard, a jumpy house, a spread of great catered food, and a huge screen set up for the later screening of princess and the frog. the rebuild potrero people seemed friendly and down to earth and had been building a planter box all day with some kids, and threw the football with mine. i wondered though if the people who live here now would be able to come back to their guaranteed spots after living somewhere else during the huge construction project. a friend remarked that change can makes things better. i overheard a woman in the food line say "there is going to be a war if they try to tear this place down."
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