lowerhaight

Around 3 years ago, a friend and I decided to have a night on the town. We came to the Lower Haight and decided to spend the evening in a local watering hole. The intention was to only stay for a drink or two, but as often happens, we wound up staying out for hours. When we left, we were both incredibly intoxicated and the conversation had turned semi-dramatic. I no longer remember what we were upset about, but the discussion (read: argument) lasted after we left the bar.

We wandered down the street, loudly discussing whatever the problem was, and we eventually wound up leaning against an apartment building, beneath someone’s windows, airing out our grievances. At some point, my friend remarked, “These people must hate us…having this out beneath their window…”

I replied, “Whaaaat? Oh….we’re not being that looooud. They probably can’t even hear us…”

*stumble, lose balance, fall against the side of building*

I have no idea what the inside of that apartment looked like, but I imagine it to look something like this:

You see, a year or so later, I myself moved to the Lower Haight and found myself the proud renter of two street facing, first floor windows. These windows rest just above the head level of anyone who might want to stand beneath them.

And, just in case you were wondering:

They are also NOT sound proof in the least.

Since I moved in, one of the only complaints I’ve had about living in my studio is being woken up at least once a week by couples choosing the area beneath my windows to end their relationships once and for all. Sure, I occasionally get a couple of guys, yelling at each other while seated in their car, but mostly, it’s couples who have stumbled out of one of the six bars that are within a 3 block radius, typically during the hours of 12-2am.

Today, an anomaly occurred. One of these arguments took place during the daylight hours. I couldn’t hear most of what was said, but this is what I got:

Guy: “You’re always pushing me and prodding me. Why are you eating grits? Why are you eating cornbread? Why are you eating…mumble mumble mumble…”

Girl: “Why did you have to wait until we were at dinner? Mumble mumble mumble vegetarian….mumble mumble mumble…”

Guy: “I’m not upset! Have the vegan sandwich! I don’t really care! You’re just always pushing it on me….”

My assumption is that perhaps the girl is a vegan and then while eating out, the guy was eating non-vegan friendly food. Perhaps he had promised to change his lifestyle? Or not eat these items in front of her? God only knows, but I am intrigued! This is one of the weirdest and most interesting fights I’ve half overheard in the 2 years I’ve lived here.

So, if this conversation sounds familiar, like, perhaps it was YOU standing beneath my window, definitely leave a comment and fill in your side of the conversation. I’m all ears!

Moral of the story, by the way: If you are in the situation to utter the phrase “Oh, no one can hear us…”, rest assured, someone most certainly can!

Ever hear anything interesting leaking in through your home’s windows?

There is nothing worse than getting a poor night’s sleep. Well, except for getting several bad rests in a row.

As I mentioned yesterday, I have a problem with accidentally falling asleep with the TV on. In addition to this, I have other sleeping issues, mostly involving short nights or just plain unrestful sleep. Last night was a short night situation. I had some work to finish up after I got home from my “real” job. I didn’t get to bed until after 2am, but given that Tuesdays are my days off, I figured I’d have plenty of recovery. Unfortunately, 6 hours later, I was awake. Not rested, but awake. I was not a happy camper.

I attempted to go back to sleep, but Cosie would not have it. She seems all innocent, but trust me, when she wants her morning can of Fancy Feast, her disposition becomes less than pleasant.

 

FEED ME!! NOW!!! >:O

I hobbled into the kitchen, in search of some wet food, but alas, I was out. Although Cosie had a big bowl of dry kibble, she wasn’t having it and she mewed and mewed until I put on my flip flops and headed out the door and to the local convenience store. Despite being completely broke until Thursday (payday), I lucked out yesterday and found $20 on the floor…score! I should’ve saved it in case of an emergency, but I decided that my crappy, exhausted self deserved a special treat. After buying 5 very expensive cans of cat food (I had no idea that the store I went to had such inflated prices!), I headed over to The Grind to find something to nosh on.

I returned home with one of my favorite breakfasts:

#11 bagel: Garlic bagel, cream cheese, avocado, red onion, tomato, cucumber and sprouts

I am in love. ❤

And of course:

Nonfat Cafe Au Lait....with a State Farm sleeve....interesting....

Cosie enjoyed the fact that I brought home food. She especially enjoyed that I needed to photograph my bagel outside. It meant an open backdoor….her favorite thing! Unfortunately, it isn’t my favorite thing. It makes me nervous.

She escapes the apartment quickly...

...and then she begins trying to escape up the stairs....

...she claims that she really isn't trying to run away from home...

...that she's just trying to gain a different perspective on the world around her...

..but I know the truth.

I had lofty goals and ambitions for today, but I’m totally wiped out. I think I’m going to watch some trashy television for a bit and then evaluate how I feel.

What do you do when you’re experiencing sleeping problems?

As I wrote yesterday, I gave Greenhearts Family Farm a call, in hopes of scoring my first CSA box. I had been told they would know by noon if there was enough produce to put together a box for me. My excitement mounted. Although I wasn’t promised a box, I just felt like it was going to work out. So I went on about my daily business. Against my will, I did my laundry, carrying my cell phone in case I got that important call that said produce was en route. No call.

So I had some lunch:

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Thomas’ Everything Bagel Thin with TJ’s Garlic Aioli Mustard, peppered turkey breast, baby spinach and avocado. Chobani vanilla greek yogurt on the side.

I had planned to go to the YMCA today and hit the Ferry Building Farmer’s Market, since I had missed out on Tuesday. Thing is, I was worried I’d miss out on my CSA box, so I didn’t. I know, I know! I’m bad! I should’ve worked out. Instead, I washed my dishes (I had a HUGE sink full of them…yuck!) and did a few household chores. As the day went by, my hopes in getting a box grew dim and I started to feel guilty that I hadn’t worked out and sad that I had no produce from the market. At some point I had a snack of a banana with peanut butter (I’m sure you all know what that looks like…) and around that time I began watching coverage of the huge San Bruno explosion/fire.

Boy, my day was sure looking glum. I watched for a few more hours and then cooked some dinner:

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Roasted brussels sprouts and potatoes (from last week’s farmer’s market). The potatoes were tossed with extra virgin olive oil, garlic, salt and pepper. The brussels sprouts with extra virgin olive oil, apple cider vinegar, salt and pepper. Also added two chopped slices of cooked turkey bacon to the brussels sprouts prior to roasting.

I was resigned to not getting any fruit and veggies and was thinking I would just order a box next week when my phone buzzed. A text message. From Greenhearts! They told me to text them back if I wanted them to deliver a box within the hour. They had a long day, but were going to drop the box off on their way home! Awesome! They arrived, apologized for such a late delivery, told me to call when I was done with the box (because they will be happy to come pick it up) and now I am the proud owner of all of this:

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The box…it’s here!

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Oooh! Stuff!

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Red & Green Bell Peppers, Red Onions, White Onions, Yellow Onions, Orange Honeydew Melon, Eggplant, Sweet Corn and Rosemary.

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Red Butter Lettuce Heads

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Fingerling Potatoes

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Heirloom Tomatoes

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Nectarines and Pluots

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The box came with a recipe!! How awesome!

Sorry about the picture quality. I’m functioning with an iPhone…and not an iPhone 4, either…

My fridge is packed full of fresh produce and I am so happy I gave them a call. I would completely recommend Greenhearts to everyone in the area who is looking for a CSA that allows week to week service, without a contract or commitment. Plus you can’t beat the service…yesterday morning I had an empty fridge, today I am riding high on veggies! Nice!

I grew up in the Mission District. The Mission was dirty and dangerous when I was growing up. I wasn’t allowed to play outside in front of my apartment building, out of fear I would be kidnapped. There were scary homeless people leering at me when I waited for the school bus. It was a rough place. Sometime in the 90s, however, my section of the Mission (17th Street between Valencia and Guerrero) became yuppified. All of our local businesses like Carl’s Bakery, Anna’s Danish Cookies and several other gems closed up shop. Rent was too high and only the dot-comers could afford it. Last year, my sister and I were actually pushed out of our childhood home (we had been sharing our parent’s old apartment) by some rich guy buying my building, threatening us with an Ellis eviction and using other scare tactics to get us all to move so he could turn the place into condos.

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Recently I walked by my old apartment building and saw that they had gutted it. It was really depressing. I was able to catch a glimpse inside of my grandmother’s old apartment. My grandmother moved into the building in 1954 and lived there until 1996, when she came down with Alzheimer’s Disease. My parents got another apartment in the building in 1974. My grandmother’s apartment is the one that I always think of as home.



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A shot of what used to be our living room, through the sliding door into what was once my (and depending on the decade, my mother’s and/or sister’s) bedroom. My grandmother would have NEVER allowed us to keep a bicycle in our bedroom…nor trash cans in the living room, for that matter…


I was pretty broken up about getting booted from the Mission, but luckily, I was able to find a great apartment. I now live in the area of San Francisco known as the Lower Haight. No, not Haight-Ashbury. That is up the street a ways. The Lower Haight used to be a pretty grungy neighborhood, from what I understand, but over the years it has transformed into a cool, laid back place with plenty of amenities. Within 3 blocks of my apartment I have 7 different bars. Within the same radius there are tons of restaurants (seriously…3 Indian places, a Japanese place, a Mexican place, a sausage place, a BBQ place, a french place, a tapas place, a deli, a pizzeria, a cheesesteak place, a creperie, two thai places, a bagel shop, an ethiopian place, three really good coffee shops and I think there is some kind of middle eastern place, too…). I also have a 24 hour Safeway only a half mile away. Moving here was the best idea ever!

The point of all of this? I have found another thing that makes my neighborhood great. While reading Haighteration, a neighborhood blog, I learned that I even have a CSA right here in the Lower Haight! Greenhearts Family Farm has their headquarters only a few blocks away from my house, and from what I can tell, they are awesome. I have been dying to try out a CSA for some time now, but it always seems too expensive. I mean, I know that in the long run, shelling out $200 or so for a subscription is reasonable. I easily spend that much shopping, and the quality and variety of what I get can’t touch that of what comes from a local farm. Problem is that parting with that much cash in one large hunk is really hard for me to swallow. I’m a working class girl, and in a city where a studio apartment in the Tenderloin costs $1,200 a month, I rarely have that much money just sitting around.

Enter Greenhearts. They don’t require a subscription. While they do offer them, you can simply buy week to week. Each box is $33 and they will even throw in eggs and/or grass fed beef, grass fed pork and pasture raised chickens (depending on availability) for an extra fee. They deliver to your house or your job and by golly, the guy was really nice on the phone. You see, I’ve been wanting to try them out for a while, but I hadn’t gotten around to it. Then last night after getting home from the theatre, I see a post on Twitter that they have extra boxes this week. With pluots!!! It was too late to call then, so I waited until this morning. As it turns out, he thought they had filled their quota since the tweet went out. However, he said they were packing the boxes right now and that if there was enough for another box he would give me a call back and hook me up! He took down my info and even agreed to bring it by today (he asked if they could deliver on Friday, but I said that I had today off, and if possible, would prefer to have it delivered to my apartment instead of my job), since I live so close. He told me he would know by noon.

I inquired about payment options, as it is my day off and I don’t think I have $33 in cash in the apartment. He said I could pay by PayPal, and there is a fee. Or I could pay by cash or check. OR, if I needed a WEEK to pay or something, it was no big deal. They will send me an e-mail reminder. They are flexible!

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So now I am sitting at home, drinking my coffee and eating my oatmeal, waiting and hoping that they have a CSA box for me. If they don’t, I think I will definitely get one next week. They sound completely awesome.

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Steel Cut Oats with Chia and Banana, topped with TJ’s Organic Crunchy Peanut Butter, Fage Greek Yogurt, Butterscotch Chips and a drizzle of TJ’s Pumpkin Butter. Pumpkin, how I love thee. Oh, and a cup of coffee with just a smidge of milk.


Do you participate in a CSA? If so, how do you like it?