I took pictures of a couple of boxes in Golden Gate Park this morning.
There are some public pianos in the park, kept in big boxes at night to elude the attention of drunks, raccoons, and coyotes (who never learned to play well but refuse to admit it). A couple(?) of weeks back, the piano by the Conservatory was knocked over. At the time, I blamed drunks. But now I guess that a bona fide musician knocked that piano over while struggling to extract it from its box. Today, there was a new box on rollers and tracks, a lot easier to move. Hopefully, future musicians can sit at the piano even if they've skipped leg day for the past twenty years. (Well, almost: when I rolled the box back to take this picture, I couldn't get it all the way back; a couple of cutouts on the back panel weren't quite big enough to clear obstacles without me lifting. But that's fixable!)
The de Young Museum sphinxes are under repair. They're pretty old, the internet says they've been there since 1907. For now, you can't see them, they're enclosed within big boxes. There's a flyer on one of the boxes that tells you what's going on and encourages you to call the arts council with any questions. I was tempted to call up and ask "What is it that walks on four feet in the morning, two feet in–" but I thought they might not have anyone answering questions at 0730 on a Saturday morning,
