It is odd to make a spur of the moment decision to go to San Francisco for the night on the way home from Redding instead of Sacramento, but I had my reasons. I arrived at about the odd hour of 10:00 p.m. with no reservations. This is what I got – a room with…
It is odd to make a spur of the moment decision to go to San Francisco for the night on the way home from Redding instead of Sacramento, but I had my reasons. I arrived at about the odd hour of 10:00 p.m. with no reservations. This is what I got – a room with a very odd view.
It had a bit of an odd bathroom to go with it. 🙂
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Sheesh! It is like you stepped into a nightmare sequence from the film “Eraserhead” and you are the fellow with the big hair and all these odd and bizarre and rather creepy things are swirling all around you…ooo or a dream sequence from an Ingmar Bergman film…even MORE sinister!
No ticking clocks with no hands? Oh what am I thinking of…everything is all digital now…even the creepiest places…BLEH. Must go now, as the cat is caterwauling in the most painfully sharp and lugubrious tone, as if Death has just swaggered in and forced her to play a game of chess for her life. Ta ta.
I think you would like her. Her name is Kathleen-A-Blue and she is the cat-version of a Smiling Toad. She wears a smashing tuxedo with a white map of North and South America on her chest. She, too, is known for falling.
I pet her and she chirped sardonically and winked.
Cheers!
Oooooh yes. She saw me fall all the time as a wee kitten, and sadly the poor copy-cat was imprinted for life… One time she fell quite a distance, but thankfully, was unscathed. I told her not to climb that blasted ladder…but as soon as I turned my back, she was all the way up it in a second. She had seen me climb it first, and being the copy-cat and my number one fan, she had to copy me and see what was so exciting up there. There was a dinky pool heating cover suspended between two beams that I had just positioned there. She looked down at me, cheerfully debating. I noticed the little cat there and bugled, “OH NO…KATE DON’T YOU DO IT!” She chirped happily and stepped onto the flimsy cover. It crackled slightly, which seemed to make her happy, so she proceeded fully atop it. And down she came! The whole thing went tumbling, and cat slid free and plopped right into the recyclable bin beside me. She gawped up at me, hopped out and chortled at me again, shaking her head at me in typical teasing Katey Blue manner….good golly! I am sure I’ve told you this story before 😉 CHEERS
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Well, he IS almost 2 now…
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HAR HAR I think I need many more gallons of LW good golly…
SO happy you are safe and found yourself unscathed after being around all those terrible thugs with thorns and larks all over the place…lurking outside the window and crawling through that…not-extremely attractive wall pattern in the bathroom there…
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SOOOOO many photos to take 😉 An adventure indeed. And it seems I am writing a new comment suddenly…hum!
I really cannot get over that view…that really is odd. Rather creepy, really.
Glad you survived this perhaps hazardous and deleterious place of slumber and rejuvenation.
And in the smiling jubilant morn, you made a happy escape, rising with thugs on thorns and larks and things.
Best regards,
Autumn Jade
I almost said that, but not quite! It has its characters. 🙂 I don’t know anywhere else that a person can run a marathon in the nude except for shoes. 🙂 I think that’s a little odd, but I have a friend who took pictures to prove it happened. 😐
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It wasn’t. The water came out brown!
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