An Easy Monday

My life is not all fun and games. After a morning jog and some housecleaning, Scott, Paul and I decided to get out in the late afternoon.

The Best Mocha

At Apollo Coffee, they make the best mocha in the city. It may be the best mocha I have ever had. Scott and I hung out in the coffee shop as the afternoon turned into evening.

View from the coffee shop

Later that evening, Paul and I had tickets to the symphony, but Paul had to work, so I went solo. I saw the Los Angeles Philharmonic, conducted by Gustavo Dudamel, perform works by John Adams, Enrico Chapela and Sergei Prokofiev.

At the intermission, I went out on the balcony of Davies Symphony Hall to take a look at the city views. I would have preferred Paul's company, but hearing the music greatly improved my state of mind.

A Warm Sunday

Warm weather is rare in San Francisco, although Scott does not believe this since he always seems to bring with him beautiful weather. In the morning we took Leroy to the park.

A couple of days ago I was shocked to see an enormous hawk fly out of a tree. Today there were some more typical city birds having a conversation in the trees.

There were three drummers sitting under a very tall tree. See and hear them play.

I wandered down to the Farmer's Market.

There I talked with Harry, Stranger #24, who was playing the Steel Drum. Hear a clip of him playing at the Farmer's Market. Or visit his website: http://www.shabang.us/.

I made a batch of meatballs and got ready to grill with Paul and Scott. We spent the evening on the porch, eating steak and grilled corn and drinking some beer in the wonderful, warm weather. It was a good Sunday.