it's hot.
we're not accustomed to this kind of weather here in foggy San Francisco.
I mean, it happens from time to time, and I enjoy it because I know it's fleeting... any moment may bring the chilly evening breeze back, and if I turn to face west later I may see the enormous and familiar wall of fog billowing toward me. usually I find it comforting. it's the blanket that puts the city to sleep.
some people are prepared for the heat- girls haul out little tiny tank tops and sun-dresses- while others, like me, wander around, in a daze, on the shady side of the street in our black jeans.
this morning I was on the 22 Fillmore, coming home from cat-sitting duty at my old apartment, unshowered, unable to shake the bad dreams I'd had, and feeling very sorry for the tall guy sitting directly under my bare armpit as I clutched the rail overhead to keep my balance while the bus lurched around corners. the guy next to me had sweat dripping down his face. the young girl on my other side had on something about the size of a hanky. an older gentleman nearby was wearing a long-sleeved, thick, kelly green polyester track suit (circa 1982) zippered up to his chin. the woman next to him was sweating in a long-sleeved polyester glitter shirt, with a jungle motif (like that house on church street). She was stuck in a sunny seat. I felt for her.
life in the city goes on. our best weather is coming now- September and October are beautiful here. summer isn't over for us yet.

I'm off to El Rio, the best place in the city to spend a warm afternoon. there's a huge outside patio, with lemon trees. it was one of the first bars I went to after I moved here, and I had never seen lemons growing on trees before...

yahoo weather says it's mostly cloudy today. that's funny.

and in other news... my new rose geranium has turned out to be a fruit-fly farm. what can I do about this?