Vacation

Spend holiday week in San Francisco with Dave, Sigrid, Elizabeth and Sigrid's husband. Elizabeth charming, but feelings (mine) are slightly hurt when she persists in thinking that Dave is her blood relation rather than me (evidenced by tendency to crawl across floor and giggle until he picks her up.) This behavior certainly influenced by Dave's impression of Donald Duck, which Elizabeth can't tear her eyes away from. Once jealousy abates--hastened by scene in which Elizabeth seems to sneeze and Sigrid claims she is saying my name--but will take what can get--trip much better. Dave and I have nothing to do all day but eat and walk around, and see movies three things which we manage to do a lot of. After lunch of Dim Sum in the Richmond, Dave asks Why Don't we Move to San Francisco? Later that evening, mention idea to Sigrid. Sigrid replies, Yes, you could babysit! Which would be glad to do, but do not think should be first sentence to spring from her lips when hearing that her one and only sibling may move to her city. Fantasy proceedes very far over next couple of days, culminating in trip to rental agency and looking at several apartments. Regain senses after look at one large two bedroom in the Mission with lots of woodwork covered with thick thick paint. Hear self say, Isn't Big Enough. The agent says that he can easily find us something else...maybe if we upped our budget? Say briskly, Yes, of course. Am dragged away by Dave, who says that we have Another appointment. Walk back to Sigrid's. Day cloudy and sunny at same time. Dave says glumly that he is going to have to find a job again soon enough, and moving to San Francisco is not the answer. We must go back to reality. Do not at all care for sound of that.