Ok. So I walked the 1/2 mile down the hill to the muni. It wasn't working. They didn't have any idea when it would be working and I had one hour to get to school for class. So I hot-footed it back up the hill to the apartment. Changed clothes, printed directions to school, went down uncovered the scooter, tried to stick my backpack into the top box, which it wouldn't fit into. So I finally put the backpack on and got on the scooter. Of course at the bottom of the hill the muni was working again but by then I had no place to park the scooter so I kept on to school. It was about 90 and I'm wearing a helmet, jacket, jeans and boots. I made it to school, found motorcycle parking. But I didn't have enough quarters. So hot and sweaty I went into the nearby food place and he nicely sold me $2 in quarters to feed the meter, probably felt sorry for me. I made it to class with 5 minutes to spare. So I ducked into the bathroom. My hair was standing almost straight up in front from the sweat! And I was really red. Faucet water was hot, so I got a towel and used the drinking fountain cold water to try and cool down. Didn't help much. Since I was in the front row, the instructor noticed and asked me if I was ok since I was BRIGHT RED and I said yes, just warm from the scooter/helmet/jacket ride to school.
So going home. Of course I'm not familiar with SF. Didn't look at my directions closely enough and headed off.
Attached is the approximate ride I went on to get home because I sort of got lost. Still only took 35 minutes. But what a day.
Hi E and M - We miss you! and the house and the outdoors and the bugs/lizards that we could chase and the clean dirt and the trees. SF is great. There are lots of people out on the street with their dogs everyday and night and they can't chase us and we can spy on them from the top of our cat post so that's cool. Also we can spy on the other people on their patios, though that's not as interesting as being out there. We don't get to go out on the patio since it's 7 stories upand the drop is to concrete. Mom doesn't think we'd survive the 7 story drop so no patio. It's been a month and we've kind of gotten used to it.
Bubba here - Once I did run out the front door into the hallway but there's nothing there, so apartment life it is. I definitely sniff at the air when the sliding glass door is cracked and I cry at Mom when she's on the patio. This morning I woke her up by waili
ng until she got up to play with me. I needed some exercise and I don't entertain myself very well.
SwettPea here -Bubba hogs the toys. I can't get any play in until he's exhausted. He still does acrobatics (he's such a show off) and sometimes he's run into the coffee table but no harm done. We do occasionally fight, running back and forth from bedroom to living room up the post and back into the bedroom. Which can be fun. We also occasionally have a little snuggle, cleaning session. Mostly I lick Bubba's head and then he bites me, oh well.
There is lots of sun every afternoon if it's not fogged in and the sunsets are great. We trade off on the top of the cat post and we both sleep on Mom.
She got us a new water dish but I'm afraid of it. It just bubbles but I don't know it hums constantly.
I still get on the sink for water but that's not as easy because there's no standing room. This morning I was drinking out of Mom's glass on her bedside table and she pulled my tail and I knocked the whole glass over.
Mom was none to happy.
Mom also keeps bringing home new toys. Some are more fun than others. We're managing but we miss you all.