Bluegrass, Discgolf, and the Ghetto

So we got to Tahoe and might have not had any place to live. Either one of us. Even after the free hotel room. We eventually locked in a townhouse, but Aimee can't move in until the 15th. Sooooo, the homelessness continues. The upside is that Bear got to go on his first camping trip. Camped up at the lake (because we had no other place to live. Sweet). He did great. Didn't even put a hole in Clay's tent. Then we took him to watch the Kokanee spawning. One of the sweetest things I've ever seen. A recommendable fall activity in the Tahoe area. We left the elk mating in the Tetons, for the Kokanee spawning in the Sierras. Nothing like a little love. Then to Petaluma, where Ben and Cynthia have been excellent enough to allow both of us homeless miscreants to sleep on their floor while house hunting...

Oh, the house hunting... Mixed reviews on this part of the adventure. The freebies have continued, so that's been sweet, but, the househunting has been entertaining. There was this one place... seriously deliverance. We did a driveby... Yikes! Grandpa was out on the front porch in a wifebeater. Should not have been in a wifebeater... and there were so many appliances in the yard, I found it wery ironic that they had no washer or dryer on site. I saw it. I swear. It was just in the dirt on the side of the house. No one told them that if you move it inside and connect it, it works a lot better. The other places we looked at were either 1. in the Ghetto or 2. in a weird little town full of methheads. But we have a lead. A friend of a friend of a friend thing in Windsor. Fingers crossed.

Yesterday was a free Bluegrass show in San Fran. Bear got to go. There were no rules. It was a great show. John Prine, Los Lobos, Bruce Hornsby, and Bela Fleck, just to name a few on the menu. It was sweet. The best part, aside from Bruce Hornsby, was the grown man in a dinosaur head scaring small children. Or the dad smoking pot next to the stroller with the Coors light in the stroller drink holder. Sweet. But the shows were good. If one more person tells me how "poor" a dog I have... And I learned something new... Bear only has three legs. In a town where men can wear tutus to a rock show, you'd think there would be something else to mock than the three legged wonder dog.

Today, we all went to play disc golf. Bear chased geese. He's sleeping now. That is a big day. More adventures to come. Tuesday is D-Day, except without the water and add pepper spray and tazers. And I don't think anyone is going to shoot at me, at least not on the first day.

The pics: Bear's 1st camping trip. Aimee couldn't get enough of Inspiration Point at the Tetons, so we found one in Tahoe. The Kokanee spawning. And yes, that's Bruce Hornsby on that piano.