If You're Going to San Francisco

It is no secret that I love to travel. Shlomo also loves to travel, so it works out well for us. Shlomo also travels a lot for business. I have had jobs where I did that. It was great at the time. However, after a few years, I was ready to be home more often. It was then that I moved from Arkansas to Houston for a job that required no travel. Houston provided many opportunities to do the things I enjoyed on the road (theatre, museums, great shopping) so it worked out well. However, there are certain times when I do envy Shlomo’s trips.

This morning was a prime example. I had gotten up early at home so I would be dressed when the contractor showed up (that is another matter entirely). I did not rush to the office, though. I spent an hour or so surfing the web, watching the Today show, and basically getting in a better mood.

I drove to the office and was greeted by the menial tasks that awaited me. My office…how shall I put this…is the pits. It is not attractive. Gray walls. I don’t look good in gray. So, I am doing a task that a monkey could literally do and I get a call from Shlomo.

“Hey. I just wanted to catch up. I am having breakfast on the 46th floor of the hotel with a panoramic view of San Francisco. I can see the Golden Gate Bridge, and Alcatraz, and Coit tower….blah, blah, blah.” I love San Francisco. I could not hide my jealousy.

In a very bitchy moment, I might have said something to the effect of “Yeah, well I have a panoramic view of gray walls. And I can see a stack of paper on my desk. So there.”

If I were nice, I would tell Shlomo to swing by the little ice cream shop where they have the best spumoni ice cream/gelato that I have ever had. He would love it. I don’t think I am that nice. Shlomo, that is what you get. I will tell you about it when we go to SF together.

I know. I am petty. I am fine with that. But look at it this way. This is Shlomo’s view.





This is my view:

So, if you are going to San Francisco, wear some flowers in your hair if you want. Just don't call and tell me about it when I am in a bad mood. And Shlomo, if you are reading this and you decide to wear some flowers in your hair, get a picture. That I do want to see!