Sunday, June 26, 2016

gay pride weekend



Especially meaningful after the Orlando hate/terrorist murders. This is the
first year we have been able to see the pink triangle on Mount Sutro. Of
course you remember that the HUGE tree was removed last fall. Much as
we love trees and green, it is a joy to have this view. See how it changes
from day to day?

Saturday, June 25, 2016

cats in the news

Thanks to Dancing Jen for this image. And thanks to the Blogmaid for
encouraging me to look-up Larry the cat who lives at 10 Downing Street.
He brought just a bit of normal to yesterday when Britain exploded with
that vote to leave the European Union. Man, strange times indeed...

Friday, June 24, 2016

Minnesota Street art project

After an expensive morning at Costco, we decided to hit the (free) new
gallery space in Dog Patch. I wanted to see the Joan Brown exhibit
and Husbando wanted to see the architecture and some of the art.
Parking was NOT easy, but we did our best. I love anything that
Joan Brown painted and the two shown here were unusually fun.
The women's dresses featured ocean liner prints!

Thursday, June 23, 2016

did you say San Leandro?

I had a fine time with my old friend Meriel yesterday. First we went to the
Eileen Fisher outlet and then to lunch. (Oh, first I always need to visit with
her dogs, of course.) Who knew that downtown San Leandro was so vibrant?
We had a delicious lunch here at the Paradiso on Bancroft Ave. and then we
toured a bit to look at the new library and some elegant old Victorian
houses around town. Once again I so appreciate Bart ~ cheap and easy.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

binge worthy

We always worry that THIS season won't be as good as previous ones.
Well, no need to fret ~ Season 4 of Orange is the new Black is outstanding.
We watched two episodes last night. The only problem is that it is not
easy to fall asleep after all that humor, rage, sorrow, mayhem. From
the Flix®, but you already know that.

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

do you know Ms. Laux?


We didn't have one, unless you count Paris,
20 years later, after we'd almost given up on the idea.
We'd imagined one, long nights beneath
a warm celestial sky; him growing his beard,
me in a silk turquoise robe, floating, billowing,
on a deserted beach foraging for whole sand dollars,
jelly fish washed up on the shore, their glittering insides
visible, still pulsing through flesh made of glass,
but it never happened. We had to work through
our vacations, refinance the house, find someone
to cut down the cedar that threatened to bury us
with each storm. We wanted to make up
for the wedding, or lack of one, the granite
courthouse steps, the small room with a desk,
the flimsy document stamped with a cheap gold seal.
Even then we meant to have a party on the deck,
cheese and crackers, fruit plates, sparkling
grape cider in plastic cups, our friends on the lawn
calling you the Big Kahuna, me Mrs. Dynamite,
me calling you my Sweet Dragon, you calling me
your little Red Corvette. Instead, time found a way
to demand each minute, until one night,
after you'd gotten a small windfall in the mail,
you turned to me and said, I'm going to take you to Paris,
me in my ratty robe and floppy slippers, you
in your flannel pj bottoms and black wife beater,
muting the clicker when I said "What?"
and saying it again. Then we were there,
in our 60s, standing below the dire Eiffel Tower,
its 81 stories of staircases we couldn't possibly climb,
its 73 thousand tons of puddled iron, you
taking my picture for posterity, me
kissing you beneath the pathway of arched trees,
our voices echoing against the six million skulls
embedded inside the stone catacombs, me
saying, I guess you weren't kidding, you
taking my hand in the rain.

Tin House 
Volume 17, Number 4

Monday, June 20, 2016

the big slanted splurge

Yesterday Joe and I treated Pamela to her lunch at the Slanted Door.
It was a warm and crowded day down on the Embarcadero, but we had a
lovely time out on the patio eating waaaaaaaay too much expensive food
and laughing about our lives and getting ready for the exciting basketball
game when we eventually returned to our homes last night. Oh, sorry,
we lost that grand finale game and it didn't feel good in any way, shape
or form. But now we can concentrate on basketball and hoooooray for that.