Fish Wednesdays and summer in October

For as long as I’ve lived in San Francisco, I’ve been a member of the <a href="https://www.seaforager.com/" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">Sea Forager CFS</a> (Community Supported Fisheries) program. It’s like a CSA, but for fish instead of vegetables; locally sourced, sustainably and responsibly caught fish. I love the fish, but mostly I do it because by Wednesday evening, I start to hate my job at least a little bit. Somebody’s done something dumb, and I have to clean up the mess. So it’s nice that I have to slam my laptop shut at 5 PM, and go pick up my fish, because fish waits for no one. My current pick up location is an ice-packed cooler stashed at the entrance of a house about a mile away from mine. The way there is downhill, easy. I meander, I take photos, I think about stuff, I try to let the work stuff go. The way back is more challenging. So I listen to music, huff and puff up a hill. <a href="https://eniatea.medium.com/fish-wednesdays-and-summer-in-october-c1a30447bf7c">Visit Now</a>