Thursday, May 31, 2018

she's been to Kaiser on Geary

Julie is one of the teachers at the Writing Salon and she was a dear
friend of Jane's. I found this poem while checking out the Daily Poetry
blog and I could picture the pharmacy and interchange so clearly.

After Lorne

The doughy older man in a Marine Bulldogs jacket
signals his wife in the crowded hospital pharmacy,
clutching his bagged prescription like a dead pheasant.
That's what it takes to get things done, he tells her
and the rest of the waiting room. If nothing happens,
you gotta investigate. That's what it means to be a Marine
Yes, Lorne, she mutters as he herds her to the exit,
her weariness suggesting she is familiar with his
credo. Yes, Lorne—and now the rest of us awaiters
wait, faces raised like forlorn hatchlings, mouths
wide, lest we miss our Last Name/First Initial flashed
upon the electronic screen way up near the ceiling.
This room used to be a participatory democracy.
Now we are mere fools of please & thank you.
We read our Patient Education leaflets. We wait.
Outside, darkness falls on the extravagant city.

The Malahat Review 
Spring 2018

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

yes, another mystery

I ordered this for my LindaKindle 2 after googling "Best New
Mysteries" ~ Bluebird, Bluebird features a black Texas Ranger
and a white murder, or two. VERY well written.

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

why we love baseball

It’s Memorial Day ― a national holiday known for backyard barbecue and maybe a bit of booze. Unless you’re Rudy Giuliani, in which case it’s mostly just boos.
The former New York City mayor-turned-lawyer for President Donald Trump spent the day ― his 74th birthday, no less ― at a Yankees game. But when the PA announcer noted his presence and wished him a happy birthday, the crowd at Yankee Stadium reportedly wasn’t feeling it.
Rather than cheer, they booed. Hard.

Monday, May 28, 2018

we are supposed to hate it

Here's a bad photo from last night. The new SalesForce Tower is huge
and many SF natives loathe it. But we've been waiting to see the upper
floors all lit up and last night they were blue and later gold color for
(I guess) the Warriors. The fog often hides the top floors. I like the
Tower, don't tell anyone...

Sunday, May 27, 2018

now this is exciting

The Warriors and the Rockets are heading to Game 7 tomorrow night.
Last night I was sure they would lose after the first awful ten minutes
or so. But then, but then ~ wow, what a game. Impossibly fun for
Dub fans everywhere. (To think that three or so years ago I didn't even
know what a Dub was. Duh.)

Saturday, May 26, 2018

oh, now this is fun

I need a mystery ~ one that takes place in London with a ten year
old murder in a French farmhouse. THEY call this a beach read, I
call The French Girl exactly what I need right here and now.

Friday, May 25, 2018

make mine MOMA

Frances, Pamela and I worked together in the museum stores, bitching
about customers and merchandise. Yesterday we met at SF Moma for
coffee, chit chat and the Magritte exhibit. I had never seen this rifle
painting shown above, isn't it amazing? Check out the old fashioned
wall paper and of course that pool of blood on the floor. This is not
a huge show, about 70 paintings from the last part of Magritte's life.
Highly recommended, go see these works of art.

Thursday, May 24, 2018

he won't rest in peace

This morning we salute this author who just died and will be greatly missed.

Here from NextDraft with thanks to Dave Pell:

The first line reads, "Updike and Bellow shine their flashlights on the...
world as it is now. I dig a hole and shine my flashlight into the hole." Philip Roth, Towering Novelist Who Explored Lust, Jewish Life and America, Dies at 85. (One of my favorite authors and three of my favorite topics...) 

+ "She was so deeply embedded in my consciousness that for the first year of school I seem to have believed that each of my teachers was my mother in disguise." The Ringer: The Iconic Profanity—and Essential Anthropology—of Portnoy's Complaint. 

+ "I occasionally have an anti-Roth reader in mind. I think, 'How he is going to hate this!' That can be just the encouragement I need." The Paris Review interview with Philip Roth.


Wednesday, May 23, 2018

fluffy movie

Four older women read trashy Fifty Shades of Gray novels. This is
a silly movie but a nice escape for Neti, Pat and me last night. The
best was seeing Candice Bergen having such a good time. Glad I
missed the basketball and the baseball games!

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

it is never easy

Congratulations to our wonderful Linda on the publication of her book.
A few of us from writing days gone by know that she has been working
hard with Mimi for a few years.  I will hop over to Amazon right now
and order a copy or two. This is such a special children's book, that much
I know for sure. Hooray Linda and Mimi!

Monday, May 21, 2018

analyzing love and bugs

This is a fast-paced one act play at the SF Playhouse. It is funny and
powerful at the same time. An Entomologist's Love Story revolves
around two scientists and their love interests and all the confusion
of modern relationships. Great acting and a terrific set design.

Sunday, May 20, 2018

stranger things

My youngest stepson Rob was on a flight to Baltimore Friday night and
snapped this photo of a woman who looks so much like me that it
is scary. Those of you who know my story will remember that I was
born in Towson, Md., right outside Baltimore. My "sister" loves the
puffy vest too and wears comfy Keene® sandals, as do I.

Saturday, May 19, 2018

opening night treat!

The Great Plotnik took me to Jesus Christ Superstar last night and
we both loved it! He will write a glowing review for his Theatre
Blog, but I want to encourage any and all friends to go to see this
all-female musical with some of the most beautiful voices that
I have ever heard. From the program: This is the story that changed
everything then, cast with the gender that's changing everything now.

Friday, May 18, 2018

starting a new book

My Librarian friend Evie recommended The Road to Bittersweet and
after a few pages I can understand why and I am looking forward to
losing myself in this novel.

Thursday, May 17, 2018

a poem for Thursday

Sewing Machine

My grandmother's Singer had a black treadle
like the grate on a drain that someone had pried up
from the back, and propped it partly open, and left it
like that, so that something could find its way out
and slink away along the wall during the night
while I was asleep. At a cousin's house I'd seen
the twin foot pedals on a wheezy parlor organ, too,
like the lids of boxes, pried opened that same way,
up from the back, at a tilt, and partly full of dusty
music. And I'd studied my grandfather's shoes
with their laces wrapped on interesting hooks,
working the pedals of his four-door Dodge sedan
as he drove into town with me sitting beside him,
on the way to Kuempel's hardware store for nails
to fasten something down. And as I slowly awoke
to a hazy summer morning in that saggy bed
next to the sewing machine, I pushed one foot out
from under the comforter, which smelled faintly
of clay and old chickens and the nearby river,
and looked at that foot, and turned it in the light
and thought about all of the places I might find
to set it down while I'd be living in the world.

Kindest Regards: New and Selected Poems
Copper Canyon Press

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

just walk down to the garden

For the 40 years plus that we have lived here in our tiny home in Bernal
I have wanted to just pick flowers for the dining room table. Last year
the gardener (Amelia) planted toward that goal and now we reap the bounty.
I am beyond delighted.

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

a quick jolt

At 7:18 last night while watching the Warriors beat the Rockets. They
finally said it was a 3.5 earthquake but only seasoned Bay Area folks
knew what was happening at the time, I betcha. The Blogmaid and I
texted, knowing exactly what had occurred two miles from Piedmont, CA.

Monday, May 14, 2018

musical joy

Yesterday dear Dancing Jen treated me to The Color Purple at the
Orpheum Theatre on Market Street. First l bought a mediocre lunch for us
at the oddly named Dirty Water Restaurant and then we spent a couple
of glorious hours watching the national company sing out this story
of sorrow and ultimately love. A delightful day, thank you Jennifer!

Sunday, May 13, 2018

foggy presidents

Daughter Nancy and her husband Scott are on their way to SF and she
texted us this photo yesterday. Mt. Rushmore, or so she claims.

Saturday, May 12, 2018

warm night in the city

Nice dinner at the Holy Kitchen with The Great Plotniks and home to
this warm back deck with clear views of the city not available to this
photographer. Trust me. Gorgeous.

Friday, May 11, 2018

best burger ever?

Lunch yesterday with our old friends John and Mary. This is at The Morris
which used to be The Slow Club over on Mariposa. So wonderful.

Thursday, May 10, 2018

another grand daughter

Here on the right is Husbando's youngest son Rob's youngest daughter
Lindsay who graduates from college this year. She has been to Israel
several times and will be returning. Proud parents and grands too.

Wednesday, May 09, 2018

three culture vultures

Neti, the Blogmaid and I hit the Legion of Honor yesterday and every once
in awhile we would agree on what was a terrific piece of art. We did not
have tea with these overdressed gentlemen. The Casanova exhibit ends
this month and it is a good one, in my most humble opinion.

Tuesday, May 08, 2018

wisteria, irises, unfinished art

Varnishing Days

These days between late spring
and early summer are like paintings
already hanging but not yet finished
the week before the Summer Exhibition
(once the custom at the Royal Academy),
still waiting for their final touches
and smelling of linseed and turpentine:

everything fresh, the paint still wet,
the taut sky primed with a wash of blue.
The Siberian irises, not yet
unfurling, their buds still tight,
look like paintbrushes saturated
with ultramarine; buttercups
spatter the meadow with yellow.

From an arbor of scribbled vines,
blossom-clusters of wisteria
dangle, glistening with last night's rain.
A wood thrush calls in liquid trills
from deep within the background's
mass of pale, soft greens. The air
chills while the sun warms the scene.

May these days remain unfinished
a while longer, with no artist
jostling his way in
to apply some final flourish
or a coat of varnish that will
only darken. Let the bumblebee
fumble among the blossoms.

The Southern Review 
Spring 2018

Monday, May 07, 2018

corny but nice

This was read at the Memorial last Saturday:

Sunday, May 06, 2018

Saturday = Frank, then Ceci

Frank under glass

Ceci visits grandparents 

Yesterday morning was Frank's memorial service out at the Cypress Restaurant
in Harding Park. Soothing, sad and very well attended. As our friend Doug
said, "Frank was kind down to the bone." There was some lovely humor
too and I know we all felt better and thankful to be part of his life. Bad
photo of the montage that Neti made of Frank's life. Then our grand dot
arrived in the afternoon to brew us tea and fix all our eyeglasses with her
good eyesight and dexterous hands. Damn, those screws are tiny...

Saturday, May 05, 2018

Early Girls (not yet Women)

We used to plant the SF Fog Tomato thinking that would work. Early
Girls usually do, not exactly like the above photo, but yummy. Ginger
said that in Missouri her father would plant Early Girls every March 15
without fail.

Friday, May 04, 2018

still life with cat & hat

Last Sunday while Pamela was showing us photos of her recent trip
to Mexico this popped up. I couldn't get it out of my mind and asked
her to please send me a copy so I could share it with you.

Thursday, May 03, 2018


...the Pincushion. It seems like ever since I learned the quite obvious name
of this plant I see it everywhere. Sometimes mother nature outdoes herself.

Wednesday, May 02, 2018

under ass doggie

Yes, five plus years later and I'm still falling in love with assorted
canines and felines at the SPCA. Here we have Sweetsie and he is a
bit of a scaredy cat but adorable as can be. Just out of puppyhood
and ready for his forever home.

Tuesday, May 01, 2018

Ayesha and Rosemary

Husbando clipped a recipe from the Chronicle ~ Ayesha Curry's
Grilled Cheese with Rosemary Butter. Mozzarella, Swiss and Sharp
Cheddar slowly grilled in butter with fresh rosemary. Don't forget
to spread Dijon mustard on one slice of the bread. This, along with
a small salad, was our delicious dinner last night. My photo...