Monday, March 31, 2008
This was okay. My mother still felt she was doing her part.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
We felt so glamorous as we climbed on board. In our galley level cabin we unpacked and were horrified to find everything we owned completely obliterated with wrinkles. We spent the entire cruise looking disheveled and unkempt.
When it came time to re-pack at the end of the trip we could only fit 1/3 of our things back into our suitcases. We'd neglected to bring along our Hoover for the final leg home.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
This year's winners:
3rd Place: Amber Carson of Pennsylvania because a jury ordered a restaurant to pay her $113,500 after she slipped and fell on a spilled soft drink. Moments before the mishap she'd flung the soft drink at her boyfriend.
2nd Place: Kara Wilson of Delaware won $12,000 plus dental expenses after she fell into the bathroom window of a night club trying to avoid the $3.50 cover charge.
1st Place: Mrs. Merv Grazinski of Oklahoma who won $1,750,000 plus a new Winnebago after she totaled hers when she put her moving vehicle on cruise control, left the driver's seat and went into the back to make a sandwich.
Can hardly wait for next year's winners. (thanks, Janet)
When I was about 4 years old and a veteran of the open road, I wanted to be a cross-country big rig driver. By the time I was 9 I'd decided being a waitress at a truck stop was more realistic. I pictured me with gum, a starched dress and an attitude.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
You just never know.
Here for example, is a large metal can, riddled with bullet holes.
It's going to be something, one day, besides what it is now.
This weekend all over California the Lupine and poppies and wild mustard are in bloom. My mother was right. It really is beautiful.
March 21, 2008. My son, Sol and his two kids. Top photo the day Sierra was born and 5 year old Tyler. Today, CC's 8th birthday, (a little harder to hold with one arm) and 13 year old Tyler. Desert Rats through and through. (Sol, you haven't aged a bit!)
Thursday, March 20, 2008
My son, Sol will be 40 something years old on Saturday, March 22nd. Here he is with his clipboard, brilliantly running the family business.
CC and Sol relaxing in some exotic locale. Happy Birthday, you guys! Watch for us, we're coming around the bend!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
My boss gave me a list with pictures of all the different ranks of soldiers so when someone came in the front door I'd know how to greet them. I took the list home and studied it by Coleman lamplight every night but I just couldn't get it.
Finally the colonel said I was being transferred. Said it just wasn't a "good fit". Do you think?
They sent me to a Quonset hut on the outskirts of the base where I worked on a big machine imputing military secrets.
Ah, a much better fit!
Ominous, pulsating, dramatic, dangerous, somber, lingering, bouncy, sad, haunting, suspenseful, joyous, luminous, springlike, thunderous, lively, halting, crisply, weeping, nostalgically and resounding were just some of the words used.
Finally, a guidebook on how to feel.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
In the early 70s I was a "welfare worker" in the Mojave Desert. Charles Manson's family lived nearby at an isolated ranch. Many of them lingered after his arrest.
He was rumored to have many children with many women. At least once a month this straggly devoted group came into our office to take care of business. Many of them were my "clients".
"The Manson Family is here" my co-worker would say, happy they were "mine" and not "hers". The lobby would be filled with tattered blond toddlers and their hippy moms. I always scurried out.
It was never considered good etiquette to keep the Manson Family waiting.
They've procured a 35 foot old school bus and they're headed to San Juanico, Mexico for Spring Break.
They are so excited as they load up they're practically dancing in our pre-dawn street.
Gus doesn't know it yet but he's only going as far as Watsonville.
They're off! San Juanico is 1000 miles below our border. The last 70 miles is dirt, rock, tidal flats and sheer cliffs, not recommended for autos. The guide book doesn't mention old school buses from Oregon or 20 year old university students with nothing but adventure on their minds.
Monday, March 17, 2008
One day my father took me to the La Brea Tar Pits, a gooey LA landmark where trapped ice age animals became fossils. I was thrilled to be spending the day with him. Before we left I accidentally got a big smear of tar along the backbone of the giraffe.
When I got home, my mother was furious. "You've ruined your dress!" she said.
Secretly I was elated. In my mind the dress was finally made perfect.