**Please note, I am still at my aunt’s and still using her laptop that  loves crashing when I spell check.

6 August 2011 – 12:07am

As look out my cousin’s dark bedroom window nothing can be seen. I once again wish for an ipad, tablet or laptop so I could blog directly into my site. My droid just can’t do it, so small and being the very first model. So I scribble out my thoughts in a little notebook. I think back on the squirrel I saw yesterday – scurrying over the power line dodging the over grown, safety issue branches. This morning I saw him running the length of the backyard fence. I cried out and tried to share the moment with my aunt. But she was focused on what ever she was talking about – most likely my sister’s engagement party, there’s just so much to do before Sunday.

I will say I enjoyed making Mexican Wedding Cake Cookies with my sister after she and her beau arrived. Even though there is such an age difference, it’s fun to be with her. And the older I have gotten the more I appreciate her, and wish that when I was younger I would have realized the love she offered as a hero worshiping little sister.

Today, today was the SFMoMA trip. What a great exhibition. For now on, when I can, I will get the audio tour, you learn so many different perspectives than just looking at the art indiscriminately, almost like a look into the artists’ lives. I wish we had gotten there earlier to explore more of the museum. But the Stein Collection was excellent. While waiting for my aunt, I went off exploring a level up and found some contemporary pieces. I took a photo of one of my favorites – Pexilator. What charm it has, tall, playful – two and three dimensional at the same time.

I wished again for a digital SLR camera. I would have loved to walked the streets, exploring with angles, texture and people. Unfortunately it was closing time and off we went to the Giants game. (As a side note – what a game, even a fight on the field ensued!) Afterwards as we drove around and through darkened streets, I started taking photographs. Oh how I loved the ambiance of them. The softness, the meeting of colors and the life on the street. What an urge I had to stay in San Francisco for a few days to comb the street, take in museums and architecture. Snapping away remembrances of life.

And then back at my aunt’s, the thought of the squirrel came back to me. As I gaze more now at the reflection of my cousin’s room than the night outside. Could that squirrel be looking at me from a corner? Will I see him in the morning?