So ugly news greeted us this past weekend -- we're being evicted. Wahoo. A state law allows an owner to kick everyone out of the building if they take it off the rental market for a while. We will get first dibs on the apt should it come back on the market and at the same rate, even if it changes hands. But who would want to move twice?

Of course, given the options we've seen so far if we end up in a smaller, more expensive apartment it could be something to hope for. Contrary to the beliefs of nearly everyone i've talked to, it is not a renters market. Yes, there is plenty out there, but it goes fast. You see it once and decide. Hesitation not reccommended. The only places that probably are not renting are places that are off the scale in terms of rental sanity. Unfortunately on the scale in terms of rental sanity seems to be a couple hundred above what we pay now.

Anyway, the likelyhood is that the place will be converted into condos and resold once we are gone, which will also likely be out of our league.

Oh well, such is the price of living in a popular city.

April showers generally don't mean much in San Francisco, but this year it has been more rain than sun. Which has left me happy, seeing as how good rains are one of the things I miss around here. Got some nice photos out of one particularly rain swept day (see post below of April 23):




industrial reflections






pot of gold in the rainbo truck?

Bob the Meowler has been done in. He had a nasty head wound not too long after this picture was taken. The result of a scrape with another cat, or perhaps a raccoon. He was scratching at it and it looked bad, so we got a carrier and took him to Animal Care and Control, hoping he'd end up being fixed and adopted. Turns out he had all sorts of things wrong with him, the wound in some way being the least of it. Was probably for the best he was put to sleep, at least he died more comfortably.

Sick of being sick.