Friday

The birds of paradise by the door.

Ok, so the bees haven't yet found a new home.  I encountered them again.  There are SO many of them, a huge swirling tornado of bees.  What alerted me was a guy - different one - standing mid-block on Hyde St (so the bees have moved since Monday, but not far) - filming with his iPhone.  I exclaimed (not fit for print) out loud, he replied: I know, right?  My reply: Move, time to go!  No idea what he decided to do but I I got myself as far away as quickly as possible.  

A movie came up twice today, it's one I've not seen or heard of: The Friends of Eddie Coyle.  The first during a conversation with great uncle during morning phone call, the second while I was watching one the of latest installments of Criterion Closet Picks.  If you haven't watched Criterion Closet Picks, they're a nice little interlude in one's day when you just need a break to think of something else.  Boy, do we need those.