Thursday, June 27, 2013
What follows can be really ugly. I don't "lose it" very often, but when I do, it is far from pretty.
Even my dog, Crazy Zoe, knows to cower if she sees me giving her this face. She instantly drops to the ground and quivers.
See that solemn expression can turn ugly in a heart beat. When it turns ugly, man and beast better grab their shit and run. You can generally tell I'm not happy when my lip starts to curl up and my eyes get hinky.
On Sunday night, we took Ziva and M back to their hotel in San Francisco after dinner. I had pushed a large bag of plums into their hands as they were leaving our house. In San Francisco, Alex parked in front of their hotel and we all got out of the car to say our goodbyes.
I was hugging Ziva and on the verge of tears because she was leaving. A big stoned and dirty homeless man was bothering Alex and M. I saw Alex put some change in his cup. The homeless guy was being obnoxious and telling M to "Give me some of them plums." I really didn't want that man to touch any of us or our belongings. I took the bag of plums from M, opened it, and took out one plum. I gave it to the homeless man who immediately shouted "Naw, I want two plums."
A slight explosion went off in my head. I was going to cause great bodily harm to this belligerent son of a bitch if he didn't get the hell away from us right that moment. I saw Alex get really tense out of the corner of my eye. I saw Ziva look a little nervous too. I was ready to go all ghetto on this man. I was within two seconds of taking off my stiletto and shoving the heel up the guy's ass.
San Francisco has more than its share of homeless. Most of the people are polite in their requests for some help. I usually dig in my purse for change or for a dollar. I have given a lot of money to homeless people over the years. Sometimes I smile vaguely and say "sorry" as I walk on past. Most of the homeless population are polite even if I don't "help them out". They tell me to have a nice day or say "God bless you." and as far as I'm concerned, that's fine.
But having some angry jacked up mofo trying to scare and intimidate young visitors sent me into a rage. I shook with anger half the way home. I'm very glad I didn't have some kind of a weapon because I would have sprayed pepper spray in that dude's face so fast it would have made his head spin.
I love San Francisco. I hate seeing people foul the City's image and reputation. If this was an isolated case it wouldn't have made me so angry, but it happens all the time. The City needs to take a close look at how detrimental the "tolerant" policy can be when it comes to aggressive panhandlers.
Fortunately, the homeless man was not so far gone that he ignored the warning I gave him. He moved on. Good thing too. I was ready to puncture him with my stiletto shoe.
Monday, June 24, 2013
The trip from Turku, Finland to San Francisco, California took almost 24 hours.
I met Ziva several years ago when I discovered her blog, "Ziva's Inferno". I was dazzled by her intellect and her writing talent. Ziva has almost a magical quality to her rhetoric as well as a wicked sense of humor. She's sophisticated, witty, and sometimes a little bit naughty. What's not to like!
I knew Ziva's (then) partner "M" traveled to the US on business once in a while, and I begged Ziva to make the trip with him.
I was thrilled and shocked when I got an email from Ziva saying she would be in San Francisco a couple of days ago. We set a date for Sunday evening to have dinner. Alex and I both decided to bring Ziva and M here to our home, rather than just meeting them in the City at a Bistro. (When I'm traveling, I get very tired of dining out and long for something "home cooked".) Alex decided he would make his famous Shrimp Creole for dinner and I would contribute a wilted spinach salad. (And, of course, chocolate torte for dessert!)
We drove to the City to pick Ziva and M up at their downtown hotel. They were waiting for us out front when we arrived. I was thrilled to finally meet this gorgeous young woman and her now husband M. By the way, they are both exquisitely beautiful and they make a perfect couple! M is auburn haired with sparkly eyes and a wonderful smile. Ziva has almost waist -ength shiny tresses and looks like a movie star with a smile that makes your heart lurch! Wow!
Before I met Ziva, I never really thought about Finland one way or the other. Now I'm wondering how soon I could get there! We had a fantastic evening and the dinner was lovely. I was delighted that both Ziva and M are 'dog friendly' and Zoe had an almost pathological penchant for Ziva. We had to push Zoe away several times to keep her from showing so much sloppy affection to Ziva.
Unfortunately, the evening had to come to a close much too early. Alex had to work this morning so we took Ziva and M back to their hotel about 9:30 so that Alex could get some sleep. Before they left, Ziva gave me a gorgeous blue glass box. It really is a special piece. I knew immediately that I wanted to put my pearls in that gorgeous blue box. Now I have one place to go for two of my most precious "things".
Not to be remiss, I must add that Ziva and M also brought us little boxes of wonderful Finnish candy. Now, I had heard from a number of well respected sources that this Fin candy was "different". I actually liked it!
After leaving the couple off at their hotel, I had tears in my eyes. I hate it when people I love leave me. I know they'll be back one day, but it hurts none the less. We had given M a bobble head doll of Ryan Vogelsong (a San Francisco Giant's pitcher), and a big plastic bag of plums that had just been picked off our plum tree. I wish I could have given them the ability to stay with us for a longer time.
Alas, with Ziva, a longer time would never be enough. She's the kind of girl you can never let go of completely. The glow of her is still in my heart and always will be.