Last Day @ 17th Street

Wow,

Ok, so I admit that I should have done more cleaning during the week. James, i can never thank you enough for all your help today. You made this so possible and you're an amazing sweet and generous person. thank you.

Building Manager (notorious drunk) freaked out about the stuff left on the sidewalk for donation disposal. This is how SF people do it all the time? Why do I get the grief? He even harrassed me a second time, then refused a walk through once I was done and continued to make little under-breath comments.

And even though I was a little ticked off at his attitude. I guess i just feel a little sorry for him. He's not very bright, and feels overwhelmed at such minor things.

And it makes me think about Grandma. Abused, left to raise two girls in the 50's. So much she didn't complain about, and how strong and sharp her mind was through her body decaying so badly. Jim (apartment manager) will never be that strong.

Tomorrow I get up, and off to Reno. One last night out here? maybe. Watching Barfoot Contessa and drinking wine at James' is about all i can muster.

Matt