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Two weeks in a row.

I think he may be back for good.

It’s about time.

I’ve had several requests for an update to the Trash Can Bandit situation. Catch up on the original story here and here.

I am sad to report that since the day I caught the guy on the webcam, the can has not been moved. I was starting to worry that perhaps the fellow had gotten wind of his internet celebrity and I was feeling a little guilty that maybe I hurt his feelings. I mean, I didn’t *mind* that he was moving the can, I just wondered who it was and why. And frankly, the “why” became less important after I saw the “who”.

So I felt bad. I was thinking of posting an entry here called “Come back, trash can-movin’ old guy”.

Until yesterday.

We left the house at 3pm and the can was still in the street. We returned at 4:30pm…

…and the can was in the driveway.

Welcome back, Trash Can Bandit. I kind of missed you.

I have discussed here in the past my fascination with the fact that you can grow fruit in your back yard in California.

Last week I finally got around to fixing up the yard a little bit, and I purchased a dwarf Meyer Lemon tree. I named him Henry, and he’s adorable. He even has TEENY BABY LEMONS already. I’m far more excited about it than I should be. Let’s hope Henry fares better than Horatio the Festive, who shriveled up and died before he did anything fancy.

I also have three tomato plants, but frankly, we had those in Chicago and they aren’t nearly as exciting as TEENY BABY LEMONS.

But wait.

While poking around in the yard, I found a plant that had been dormant since we moved in last October had busted out some foliage. What is it? Hey, what are those??

Upon closer investigation, I found TEENY BABY GRAPES.

I have a grapevine. Who knew?

Make your reservations now for Stompfest 2005.

April has been filled with visitors.

The first was my dear friend QueenBee, from Michigan. She’d never been to California before and ran me ragged trying to give in to her demand for “the whole San Francisco experience”. We did about a year’s worth of stuff in 5 days.

It was awesome.

Clam chowder in a bread bowl and crazy barking sea lions at Fisherman’s Wharf. An afternoon at San Gregorio State Beach. A day in the redwoods of Muir Woods. Watching mom seals push their baby seals in from the sea and haul themselves onto the beach to nurse at Point Lobos. A trip to Fry’s (hey, she’s a geek like me and they don’t have Fry’s in Michigan).

But the best thing?

Taking a tour of San Francisco…

…on Segways.

Not only were the Segways a total blast to ride, but we got to wear these incredibly fashionable vests and helmets. I haven’t had that much neon on since 1983.

Click here to watch me rocking out under the dome of the Palace of Fine Arts.

I’ve been engulfed by an endless stream of visitors from out of town and have had no time to blog.

Bear with me.