Today there was a man making giant bubbles with old badminton and tennis racquets on the lake shore. Bea giggled with delight as the bubbles, some a foot tall, traveled across the park and into traffic. It made a nice change from last night when we saw a man hit by a car in almost the same spot.

I'll never forget the loud cracking sound and the shock when we turned I saw it was a person that had been hit. I yelled and dialed 911. I thought those jokes about 911 calls being put on hold were just jokes, they're not. I waited several minutes for a highway patrol dispatcher and then to be transferred to Oakland. It makes me afraid of not getting help in time if Bea were to need it. When help did arrive Scannon got really freaked out by the helicopter and its pulsing light. He pulled hard on his leash and Bea and I fell pretty hard on the ground. Twice. A nice lady walked home with us leading Scannon so I could hold badly shaken Bea in my arms. She never lost her grip on her pinwheel. We don't know if the man is okay or not, it didn't even make the paper here.

Bea and I aren't usually out walking after dark, but Jason has been up in Folsom this week learning about the new wholesale energy market so we were out giving Scannon his evening constitutional. We've been passing the time doing other unusual things like going to the SFMoMA .

It was our first trip across the bay without Jason and my first time maneuvering our large pram onto a city bus. We met a nice lady on a scooter who showed us the ins and outs of using the elevators to reach the train platforms. She does HIV outreach work and was on her way to a nutrition class. She's very concerned that in some of the communities she works with the babies born since 2000 have a 60% expectancy of developing type 2 diabetes.

Bea fell asleep in my lap on the train and remained asleep while I bought a map at a bookstore and ate my lunch in the beautiful Yerba Beuna Gardens. After waking in time for a diaper change she was ready to view some art! In the short time allowed (by Bea) we saw many very interesting paintings (Picasso, Matisse, Klee, Magritte, Pollock, and Mondrian among others) and sculptures including one very famous urinal. It was while viewing this busty Willem de Kooning portrait that Bea began slapping her chest demanding 'na-nas' and that I knew our time there had come to and end. It was a throughly enjoyable scratching of the surface of what the museum has to offer and we can't wait to go back on the first Tuesday of next and every other month.

We headed back to Yerba Buena and located the play circle where Bea ate her lunch and then toddled around watching the big kids play on the very big, very cool slides.