10 july, 2007
ledson hotel
sonoma, square
parker and i emerged from the marble jacuzzi, jets on full blast, bubbles everywhere. i wrapped myself in a plush robe while she put on her pjs and joined me on the balcony overlooking the square to take in some night air. dan is out exploring the bars his dad drank in when dan was a kid and he waited for pops in the back of the truck. i guess he had to know what was going on in those fine establishment.
we're researching a lifestyles piece for one of my chronicle publications which led us to a free room in this magnificent hotel next door to the sebastiani theatre. it's plush and magnificent, with parquet floors inlaid with exotic woods, vastly high ceilings, frette italian linens and touches of goth in the dramatic wraught iron sconces and chandelier. downstairs the bar is swathed in marble and, well, gleams. i could be very happy here. i am very happy here.
dan went over to jock mcdonald's, photographer extraordinaire who lives in an amazing farmhouse here with his lovely wife and daughters, to do an interview and photo session for the piece, while parker and i checked out the tuesday night farmers' market. compared to san francisco's veritable food orgy every saturday at the ferry plaza, it was pretty dinky but it had a homey, community feel. lots of scubbed teenagers carousing and parents listening to live jazz among heaps of heirloom tomatoes and white peaches. despite the mounds of pedigreed produce around, the corn dog stand was by far the most popular. i bought some fresh strawberries, a nectarine and a homemade corn muffin from the gumbo guy.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
a little intro
i'm not really a misanthrope, but i inherited a healthy dose of yankee cynicism from my mother. i grew up in the burbs near boston but have lived in san francisco for -gulp!- 17 years, most of them as a freewheeling, self-indulgent, bartender/writer prone to affairs with bad boys and other non-healthful pursuits.
in the mid-90's, i righted the ship, found myself a nice boy, got a real job. and here i am in 2007 with a 2-year-old daughter, tenants and a mortgage and knocked up for the second time. life is just full of surprises.
yesterday i found out my nanny, who i credit with keeping my sanity and marraige together for the first year of parker's life, is giving notice. today, i found out two of our tenants are moving by the end of the month. i mysteriously injured by foot so i'm limping around and i'm enduring the trifecta of tri-3 pregnancy woes — back pain/heartburn/general discomfort. and i'm on deadline with a travel book assignment.
still, it's a gorgeous 4th of july day and since i'm neither nationalistic nor athletic, i skipped the annual billy carter memorial softball game and spent a few delicious hours alone in my lovely sun-drenched home just drinking in the solace. i even got a little work done on the book.
god bless 'merica.
in the mid-90's, i righted the ship, found myself a nice boy, got a real job. and here i am in 2007 with a 2-year-old daughter, tenants and a mortgage and knocked up for the second time. life is just full of surprises.
yesterday i found out my nanny, who i credit with keeping my sanity and marraige together for the first year of parker's life, is giving notice. today, i found out two of our tenants are moving by the end of the month. i mysteriously injured by foot so i'm limping around and i'm enduring the trifecta of tri-3 pregnancy woes — back pain/heartburn/general discomfort. and i'm on deadline with a travel book assignment.
still, it's a gorgeous 4th of july day and since i'm neither nationalistic nor athletic, i skipped the annual billy carter memorial softball game and spent a few delicious hours alone in my lovely sun-drenched home just drinking in the solace. i even got a little work done on the book.
god bless 'merica.
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