CHARGE!
My wife and I are a great team. We have established a good record doing the Connections and Sports Connections puzzles in the Times. More importantly, we recently collaborated on getting her new EV charged. It is amazing what two utterly clueless humans can do when they put their heads together. We first plugged into a regular outlet at home and figured out a full charge would take about a week. We then went to the Tesla chargers by Target. We fumbled around trying to figure it out until a Tesla employee who happened to be there explained that the V2 chargers there were not compatible with other makes. We downloaded the Tesla app to figure out other places. We went to an apartment building but couldn’t make it work. Then we went to large complex on Bounty and drove around for quite a while. If the cops were there, they would have thought we were casing the joint. We finally located the charger but should have taken a hint when the sign said EV parking vs. EV charging. We plugged in and the charging time showed up as 7 hours plus. We gave up for the day. After some research we found V4 chargers by Piazza and got from 50% to 100% in about 20 minutes. Monday morning the electrician is coming to install a new 50-amp outlet in our garage. We just finished clearing space for him, which led us to throwing out some junk and putting other stuff on Facebook Buy Nothing.
We headed up to the city Thursday afternoon in the new Hyundai. #1 let us stay at his duplex on Corbett, since we had several activities into Friday afternoon. I’m repaying him by posting this blog. We took the Wig kids #2 and #4 out to dinner at La Ciccia. The white anchovies, grilled calamari and tomato appetizers were all a knockout. I went with the gnocchetti for the entrée and was not disappointed.
Friday morning we went to the Presidio to pick up our girl. She is in town for the wedding of her brother-in-law. It was a bit foggy, so we are hoping for better weather for the big event today. We had the opportunity to chat with AG, her dad and her aunts before we headed over to breakfast at Home Plate on Lombard. After a few sips of my $6.50 cappuccino, I dipped my toast into my over easy eggs. I clearly went at it ham-handedly, as a jet of egg yolk landed in a two-inch circumference on my black jeans. I was dismayed, as we still had to go to the DeYoung for the Paul McCartney photo exhibit. I managed to make myself look presentable, we dropped the girl back at the Presidio and I didn’t see anyone pointing and snickering at the DeYoung.
Since it has been close to two weeks since my last post, I guess I should go back a bit. On the 4th, we went into the city to see the Valkyries at the Chase Center. I was unaware of the complex of restaurants and bars there, but we picked a winner with Kayah, a Burmese place. The place was hopping, and the service and food hit the mark. When we got to our seats to see the game, it did not seem crowded, but by tipoff it was packed. We bailed about halfway through the last quarter because I didn’t want to be one of 10,000 trying to get on the T after the game. We made it easily to the Caltrain station and heard that the Valkyries pulled out a victory become the first expansion team to make the playoffs.
Back home, on Sunday, we took in the Plaza Suite matinee with lots of other seniors at the Hillbarn Theater. We thought the actors did a good job, but the material was dated. We therefore bailed out after act two. They tried reviving it on Broadway, but the reviews were not great.
I’m sending out good vibes to a couple pals that had bike accidents recently. One of our Belmont friends had to have surgery and is currently in rehab. We’ll visit him tomorrow. I also got word that Dr. Joe spent some time at the ER on his birthday after going over the handlebars, injuring his shoulder. Best wishes to both for a speedy recovery.
On a completely different topic, I’ve been having bad dreams about the Secretary of the Treasury kicking my ass.
posted by DJ @ 3:25 PM
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