Monday, April 30, 2012
I tried SEVENTEEN TIMES to post this message on your blog and I have now given up.
That word identification puzzle defeated both Jim and me this morning.
Here it is:
I love the photo of the Mexican workers in their big sombreros. Good timing;
tomorrow is Labor Day here. It's a puente weekend, a bridge over several days
of holiday in celebration of the occasion.
This was my morning email from my friend Susan, who is also widely known as
The Fevered Brain. I so appreciate all comments to my blog and I too suffer
trying to figure out those pesky non-words that we are now forced to type before
we can comment. Most bloggers live for comments and learn from them, too.
Susan and her Mr. C. are busy packing up, leaving their home in Mexico so
they can return to Sacramento and I'm glad she took a moment to write. I did
send an email to Blogspot about this issue and so far no answer, no change.
You can read Susan's glorious and colorful blog under The All of It.
Many of you already follow her. See you soon, Fevered Brain, and
travel with care, as always.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Saturday, April 28, 2012
first game is June 2nd down in Pumpkinville. I have requested the day
off, of course, because to watch some girls softball will be quite
wonderful. Her big sister Claire has been such a huge and positive
influence on Ryan, she is a pitcher and teaches girls softball down in
SoCal. I read her fine blog everyday and you can too!
Friday, April 27, 2012
morning because we had so many, many horrid problems with the
bathrooms there at the Big Box. You do not want details...
These fresh flowers were at the Legion of Honor women's bathroom
yesterday. There are always flowers in both restrooms (deYoung and
Legion of Honor) and sometimes they are outstandingly gorgeous,
so I needed to remember the fact that if I must work, there aren't
many places with as many attractive amenities. Volunteers create
these arrangements and no, I don't think the men's restrooms feature
flowers. Well, I've asked men and they say, "I don't think so."
Lots of fun comments on the Facebook page such as, "they don't
chain these down?"
Thursday, April 26, 2012
picked us up at the train station. It's always good to get out of the City
for a spell to remember how others live ~ malls, etc. We are fans of
Guy Fieri of the food network and he owns this Johnny Garlic's
restaurant in Dublin. It was great fun and delicious food ~ I had the
burger, of course. Actually Ginger and I split one, so it wasn't too
damaging. Good caesar salad, lovely garlic fries and very friendly
service. Our wait person (ahem) said that Guy had been there a couple
of weeks ago and that he is just like he is on TV.
After lunch we poked around Ginger's community garden and she
is about ready to do her spring planting. Smooth ride back home ~
a delightful outing thanks to Guy and Ginger.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
There's a woman in our neighborhood who
walks a greyhound dog, but I have never seen
her smoke and I don't think her name is
Marylou, but occasionally we smile at each other.
And that's enough for neighbors, don't you agree?
One day another neighbor Ben, who walks a little
fluffy dog named Lucky, was in his big green pick-up
truck and he saw this woman who is not named Marylou
walking her greyhound and he backed up his truck all the
way down the block. And fast, like he was being chased.
Later my husband asked him why he did that and Ben
said he was avoiding Marylou because recently he helped
another neighbor plant a tree on our little hill here as a
memorial to the man's wife and the woman with the greyhound
and no cigarette complained that the tree blocked her view.
Yin and yang, the good and the bad in our neighborhood. Ben
helping a grieving widower feel better and Marylou worrying
about her precious view. The green truck going backwards
and the woman and her greyhound trudging up the hill. Small
town living in the Big City ~ the best of both worlds.
(This was a Round Robin prompt which prompted me to write
this poem ~ I presented it to my writing group and some said
to change the ending, which I have not done yet.)
Monday, April 23, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Street to see all the people with their kids, dogs and this man
in the crosswalk had a big, white bird. I was sitting outside the
Bux with my latte and morning bun and thinking that it just does not
get much better than this. There was a parade (ACLU) on the walk
back home and this car with the funny wheels was part of it.
Came home for lunch on the deck, some baseball, a little
cooking and lots of reading. Excellent Saturday!
Saturday, April 21, 2012
recommended this book that takes place in London. It's one
of those page-turners that would be ideal for the Kindle because
there aren't too many characters and it is so plot driven that you
don't have to worry about missing any glorious phrases or ex-
ceptionally well-written words. Before I Go To Sleep is the
story of a woman with amnesia and honestly, every single page
is suspenseful. It's what we used to call "beach reading" and
I too recommend it whole heartedly. Brilliant and creepy and
I am now about half way through ~ thanks, Fevered Brain!
Friday, April 20, 2012
just do my best despite surprising changes. Computer programmers
have never heard of the old "if it ain't broke..." rule, it appears.
So The Descendants, now on DVD. We both enjoyed it more than
we thought we would. George is not quite as gorgeous, and he is in
the unenviable position of raising two rebellious daughters alone.
It's like a Hawaiian travelogue and the music is so great because
it sounds authentically native, not the usual "Tiny Bubbles" kind of
Aloha (Oy) music. Yes, you will want to rent this one.
Back to the Islamic Chinese food ~ honestly it didn't taste all that
different than most Chinese restaurants, but we probably didn't
order the right specialties. The Mission Chinese Food place is much
better in my most humble opinion.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
little hang-out spots and they love the Old Mandarin Islamic
Restaurant out around 42nd Ave. on Vicente. So we tried it for
lunch yesterday, and it's a thumbs up. Only 8 tables, no pork, no
credit cards, lots of lamb and huge servings. We stuck to noodle
dishes and brought home enough for a few more meals.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
and I do is planned to the Nth degree. Mostly that's a good thing,
but yesterday was a spur of the moment invitation from Ginger to
meet her at Crissy Field for a walk, talk, lattes, etc. I decided to take
the #22 Fillmore which goes down to Bay St. and that worked out
perfectly and gave me a chance to read and people watch. After
our two (ahem) lattes and long walk, I rode back on the #30 Stockton
bus with her. What a blast ~ it goes through North Beach and
Chinatown, ending up around Market and Powell. School was letting
out and 45,000 school kids boarded early on and really, not one of
them paid as they entered through the back door. SF is considering
free Muni for kids and I see that it's already a fait accomplis, but
soon it will be an official policy. (And pardon my French.)
This morning's email from Ginger suggested that we do more Muni
explorations, selecting an interesting and different route each time.
I already keep notes on the bus lines and it will be nice to feel more
secure about what goes where. We'll avoid the school brats in the
future, as you have already guessed.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
there were hardly any people. The SPCA is closed, so it was
just me and about 12 cats. Get ready for a lot of feline cliches, such
as today's title. I not only appreciate my fur time, I admire how
dedicated, organized and friendly this place is. Really, they have
a great volunteer computer program, good systems and tons of training.
I spend approximately 15 minutes with each cat, talking gently and
scratching their ears, if they let me. The ones who rush over to sit
in a lap get adopted first and right now is the beginning of kitten
season, so we need to move the older merchandise. As the retail
Monday, April 16, 2012
one at ACT, and for the second time I was more than pleasantly surprised.
Maple and Vine is the story of a modern day couple who join a village
in the midwest (shocker) where everything is 1955. It gave us a lot to
think about and in fact I walked for an hour this morning and came to
the conclusion that modern day life is perfect for me. Not for everyone,
that's for sure, and the Great Plotnik has mentioned that it isn't as much
fun to travel now because every person is studying their iPad or iPhone
instead of talking to their fellow travelers, if you'll pardon the reference.
However I'm not very social and I love words, so being always hooked
up to a computer is just what I want. Unlike many, I'm able to be more
open with people using email than I ever was on the phone or even
face-to-face, in most cases. I do try to unplug at 6pm so that Husbando
and I can communicate, with the TV, of course.
The play doesn't come to any conclusions, which I think we all appreciated.
Life in 1955 was no bowl of cherries either, and it was really the beginning
of many of the social revolutions that still reverberate today. And, of all
things, the birth control pill was invented about that time.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
hit Best Buy for a new one. We've all come a long way here ~
first, me. I don't panic anymore and I know that somehow I can
do whatever needs to be done to feed my computer addiction.
Next, them. The instructions are easy to read and the many wires
now come in different colors. When something doesn't work I
actually go back and read the instructions again. The Blogmaid
often reminds me that women have conquered technology and
once again she is right. Now let's all double-click on a few icons
and celebrate this monumental achievement!
Saturday, April 14, 2012
the best Home Opener ever, I believe. (Someone who studies stats said
that.) I worked out at the DY, wearing an old black and white horizontal
striped tee shirt for Gaultier and black/orange argyle socks with the
Giants logo for my team. It all worked and if it didn't, who cares?
My boss kept coming in with details and scores, so it was a fine day,
but it's so much more fun to be there and I was filled with happy
memories from days gone by. Maybe next year?
Friday, April 13, 2012
The ship that took my mother to Ellis Island
eighty-three years ago was named "The Mercy."
She remembers trying to eat a banana
without first peeling it and seeing her first orange
in the hands of a young Scot, a seaman
who gave her a bite and wiped her mouth for her
with a red bandana and taught her the word,
"orange," saying it patiently over and over.
A long autumn voyage, the days darkening
with the black waters calming as night came on,
then nothing as far as her eyes could see and space
without limit rushing off to the corners
of creation. She prayed in Russian and Yiddish
to find her family in New York, prayers
unheard or misunderstood or perhaps ignored
by all the powers that swept the waves of darkness
before she woke, that kept "The Mercy" afloat
while smallpox raged among the passengers
and crew until the dead were buried at sea
with strange prayers in a tongue she could not fathom.
"The Mercy," I read on the yellowing pages of a book
I located in a windowless room of the library
on 42nd street, sat thirty-one days
offshore in quarantine before the passengers
disembarked. There a story ends. Other ships
arrived, "Tancred" out of Glasgow, "The Neptune"
registered as Danish, "Umberto IV,"
the list goes on for pages, November gives
way to winter, the sea pounds the alien shore.
Italian miners from Piemonte dig
under towns in western Pennsylvania
only to rediscover the same nightmare
they left at home. A nine-year-old girl travels
all night by train with one suitcase and an orange.
She learns that mercy is something you can eat
again and again while the juice spills over
your chin, you can wipe it away with the back
of your hands and you can never get enough.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
After some soul searching, I have signed up to volunteer with the
SPCA and I will be socializing cats for 3 hours a week for a six
month period. Husbando and I have enjoyed five cats (and one
dog) during our long and perfect marriage, but he has begged me
"no more!" and I still need to be around them, so this seems like a
fine solution. I can walk to the SPCA and I am so very impressed
with the organization ~ their no-kill policy, how the humans are
crowded in small, dark offices and the cats and dogs have luxurious
quarters, how they go out into the community, not only for the
adoption program, but the vets give free shot clinics and medical
check-ups in sections of the city where there are no vets, and
on and on. And no tax dollars, it's all private donations!
Yesterday was training. The ins and outs of the place and what
color apron to wear, etc. Why you never pick up a cat (it's different
with kittens) and just the basics. My job will be (at this point) to
sit and talk to cats and get them ready for adoption. No one wants
a cat who doesn't seem interested in people, so let me scratch those
ears, Fluffy. Since I'm taking the 8am shift it seems logical to
next learn how to do the feeding, but that's another class for
the future. So far, so good...
out to Fort Mason last night, but since we had the tix, we dragged
our asses and cheese sandwiches to the Magic to see Any Given
Day by Scottish playwright Linda McLean. We aren't fans of
obesity, nor mental illness, and yet this play was so much like any
given day ~ filled with anger, sorrow, joy and hope. It was "industry
night" and we saw a lot of actors whose names we couldn't remember
and some we were sure were famous SF stage people and who
probably weren't. In any event, it turned into an unforgettable
evening of theater and we agreed that we were smart and righteous
for being loyal customers because the play's the thing...
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Monday, April 09, 2012
It will probably open in a month or so...
Honestly, is there any place prettier? I remarked to Husbando that
if we were visiting a foreign spot we'd head here first to take in the
glorious view. And yet we hardly ever get to Land's End, it's only
about 1/2 hour max from our home. They have worked on the trails
and when the new center opens this place will be packed. For now,
there is plenty of free (!) parking and we understand that one can
hike all the way to the Golden Gate Bridge. Really spectacular and
such a nice way to start our lazy Sunday filled with baseball, ham
Sunday, April 08, 2012
with a lovely, sunny morning and plans to go see what's happening
down at Land's End. Maybe some yard work, maybe I'll finish the 3rd
book of The Hunger Games, a little gardening perhaps, some baseball
(time for a W already!) and I need to walk and remember how exceedingly
lucky we are to live the good life, which indeed we do. And an Easter latte
will help as I wander down memory lane and look toward the future.
Saturday, April 07, 2012
I learn new things at every lovely Passover dinner at the Plotniks.
Last night it was the fact that Maxwell House published a Hagaddah
book at one time in order to switch Jews from tea to coffee after
the dinner. From our dentist friend we heard about "meth mouth"
and we had a little heated discussion about the ex-sheriff of SF who
has to prove his innocence over domestic violence charges. "Only
in San Francisco" is the one thing we all really agreed upon here.
The food was fabulous, of course, and as you can see, the table
sparkled. We didn't get home until after 11pm, so I'm a tad tired
today, but thankful as always for our delightful friends and the
religion of Husbando. Tomorrow we'll celebrate my heritage with
a ham from Costco and maybe a bagel or two, just for the heck of it.
Friday, April 06, 2012
Great Plotniks. The world's best Matzoh ball soup, the ceremony,
haroset, bitter herbs, lamb bone, my salad, Husbando's now-
famous white sauce, asparagus, macaroons for dessert. The world's
worst wine so I'm glad I don't drink. The hosts usually provide us
with fake O'Doul's amber beer, so just in case they need one more
thing to do today, this is a handy reminder list. Starts at sundown,
just as in the days of yore...
And I'll have to bounce up to check my phone app because it's the
first game of our Giants baseball season. Just as in the days of yore...
Thursday, April 05, 2012
Now I am past fifty,
the woman I still see
in the mirror when occasionally
I seek her out is slowly
ceasing to be recognizable,
I know who she is---
we have cohabited long enough for that---
and she knows me,
But as one steers through a crowded party
as much escaping A as seeking B,
I would rather look at someone else.
If I do happen to meet her eyes,
I acknowledge her, as she does me,
with a wink before
we mutually quickly turn away.
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
but there are people
who go through life with
very little friction or distress,
they dress well, sleep well,
they are contented with their family
they are undisturbed
and often feel very good.
saw last night about 3 young men in a small Vermont town. The
second act was unexpectedly touching and although it wasn't the
best SF Playhouse production this season, we are both glad that
we saw The Aliens by Annie Baker. It is my belief that life is more
difficult for people who don't fit in living in small towns than for
those who can sort of blend in to big city life. The set by Bill
English was amazing in its authenticity and stark simplicity.
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
I was so ready to walk and appreciate San Francisco yesterday, after
a few days in the beige and occasionally pastel world of Scottsdale.
I definitely need the color, the crazy, the anything goes if you care
about others philosophy here. So I took two long walks and one
bus ride and smiled most of the time in my own city-smug way.
Monday, April 02, 2012
even better trip in 2013. The above is an old clock labeled Correct
Time and on my desktop it's called Not True. But we discovered
it back in some alley in Old Town Scottsdale and it caught my eye.
Trip home on Southwest was the usual "God, flying used to be so
easy" experience and returning to a clean house and well weeded
back yard was a delight. I know it's trite, but coming back home
gets better the older you get, don't you think? Everything in it's
right place, the coffee just perfect in my favorite black Olmec
exhibit museum mug, Mitchell's ice cream after dinner and
then 3 hour (yup) of "The Killing" on TV.
It's National Poetry Month ~ a good reason to celebrate this
life. And now, I write the Blogmaid and go for a long walk in
my city where people don't accessorize with holsters and Glocks.
Sunday, April 01, 2012
that? Ready to go home. Ginger is already on her plane and I have
another 2 hours to stare at all these strange people. I'm always shocked
at how tiny toddlers have such intensely magnified boom box voices.
It was another glorious sunshiney day with a horrid baseball game,
but we actually got to see Dusty Baker who is now managing the
Cincinatti Reds. And our Spring Training stadium is absolutely
delightful and it was sold out. They have a mist system, which helps,
except a whole bunch of seats are out in the direct sun without any
shade whatsoever. Hot dogs and yes (!) garlic fries for lunch, but not
as good as the Jewel.
Excellent dinner which included much-needed green salads and
we were on the road this morning at 5am for rental car return and
tedious airport stuff. Great little vacation and we do recommend the
Scottsdale Comfort Suites about a block away from the Stadium and
an easy walk to Old Town too.