Happy Toes

This weekend I had a visit from my good friend Earin.  She came all the way down to the Bay Area to test out my new sofabed.  (Verdict:  Very Comfy)  Knowing that I am basically a big child, she brought me a most excellent hostess gift:  a bag of toe socks. 

Yes, I have worn them all.  In fact, in my lifetime, I have worn OUT more pairs of toe socks than most children I know.  She also brought me another very special gift:

She made this little goddess figure about 15 (?) years ago while she was in her street artist phase.  And now she is mine.  I am honored.  I have put her in a very special place and I think she likes it.

On the first day, we did the museum tour of San Francisco.  First, the de Young, where we saw some great Amish quilts, some very cool floral bouquets, and a CT scan of a mummy.  (The exhibit said "Postmortem".  I had to look.)  I couldn't help thinking this poor man lived his life as a good Egyptian, did everything he needed to do to insure his immortality, and he's dug up, brought to San Francisco during a time when mummies were sold as curios and is now being gawked at by the likes of me.  The CT images were incredible.   You could even see the dessicated spinal cord inside the spinal column!  Surgery will be obsolete in the future!  But as Earin pointed out, he did get his wish:  he's immortal, in a way.

Then we went to the Legion of Honor to see the Cartier exhibit.   I have come to the conclusion that if I were a famous person with a boatload of cash, shiny things would be my downfall.  I'd go broke buying these little baubles.  I'd be the blingn'-est bag lady on the street.  But I'd still have my tiara.

The next day we ran errands.  I took Earin to Pacifica to see the apartment buildings that are falling off the cliff.  You can't say I don't take my guests anywhere fun.

Think he'll get any takers?  Now with immediate beach access!  Somewhere along the way Earin lost her yarn ball outside my car.  We found the poor, frazzled end dangling out the door.  Luckily, she had enough to finish her project.  It's a wedding present.  I couldn't help but wonder what the people in the car behind me thought:  Oh my God!  Look at those people!  They're so afraid of getting lost they're leaving behind a trail of string!

All good things must come to an end.  This was a great weekend.  I had a good visit with a good friend, ate good food, got some culture and visited some truly stupid real estate.  And I introduced Earin to Blanca.

 ***WARNING: POTENTIAL CUTENESS OVERLOAD***

Earin says she looks like a meringue.  Please don't eat her.