Weekend Whatevers

It would have been nice if yesterday's San Francisco looked more like the photograph. Instead, it must have been in the 90s. Under the sun, we played volleyball on the Marina Green. Sunscreen and hydration were the words of the day. For me, hydration is defined as a morning cup of coffee on a Sunday afternoon.

Someone mentioned how humbling it can be trying to learn something new. I felt like that yesterday. It's easy to be discouraged and beat myself up after every mistake (I make so many and have the bruises to prove it), but I take heart in the little improvements. I'm bad, but getting better. It's all about patience and practice.

This has been a San Fran September. I've been to the City more times this month than in the previous twelve months combined. Tomorrow night, I'll be heading up once more to see Odessa Chen perform. Gas stations must be loving me.

I caught a little bit of the Women's World Cup between USA and Sweden. I don't know if I mentioned it before, but I'm part Swedish (mostly my last name), so I ended up rooting for both sides. Brandi Chastain, of the recently defunct San Jose CyberRays, was sidelined with an injury. Mia Hamm had three assists in the 3-1 victory.

There is nothing quite as satisfying as sleeping in late on Saturday and watching Trading Spaces: Boys vs. Girls. This week, the boy's bedroom was redone with a baseball theme. He had Astroturf carpeting, a desk made to look like a dugout, baseball card curtains, real stadium chairs and a circular bed with a baseball comforter. I kept thinking, "Man, I want my bedroom like that!" Then I remembered, "Oh wait. I'm an adult. Darn it!"