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I popped the postcard to John in Wales into the post today. -walking those few blocks to the post office was a challenge, but the weather is absolutely lovely today (17C/62F), so I enjoyed my very slow saunter in the sun! 

Speaking of temps, I'm still hot under the collar regarding what happened in DC last weekend. The main brat who stood in front of the elder smirking (his PR firm says he was 'praying') has been invited on a morning chat show to, I guess, talk about how he was actually trying to take the air out of a rather tense situation. Yes, folks, he was actually the 'Gandi' of the melee in his MAGA cap who was, let us not forget, in DC to demonstrate against women's bodily autonomy. 

These sorts of anti-choice demos featuring entitled Catholic school boys were neither a feature of my teen years nor of my 20s. The numbers of people who are interested in wrestling bodily control away from women have certainly grown in my lifetime. It's a very unfortunate development. 

My Uncle sent me the below photo of Grandma's house in the Mission. She lived there with her first husband in the 1930s. Goodness knows how many hundreds of dollars were paid to buy this (then) not very old home. I think it's worth 2 million now. Bummer it was sold out of the family years and years ago. If I remember the story correctly, her son from that marriage inherited this and a few other properties and 'gambled them all away'. How nice. I could make some sort of sad collage of images of all the homes both sides of my family owned here. They are all G-O-N-E. 

Yesterday, we bid near the estimate on a small house out in the Sunset District. Because there were a few challenges with the home that would need $$$ to make better, we did not bid as high as we would have had there been no issues. The listing agent, who was also the owner of the house, reportedly received ten offers and ours fell short. I'm not unhappy, but living two blocks from the beach would have been pretty rad.