Tuesday, August 28, 2007
I won't be around, (Burning Man and all) BUT, there are several things going on.
It is my birthday, (65th)
It is also Lily Tomlin's birthday, (68th). She's seen here as Ernestine, the endearing phone operator.
"We don't care. We don't have to care. We're the phone company".
AND it is Emma M. Nutt Day! Miss Nutt was the very 1st female telephone operator, hired in Boston on September 1st, 1878. She is quoted as saying she was "very glad her 1st name was not Imma". Quite the cutup, that Emma. Just like Lily.
Happy Birthday, Lily and oh, just Happy Day, Emma!
Monday, August 27, 2007
American Sam Francis (1923-1994) is widely regarded as one of the most important representatives of Abstract Expressionism.
When I was a teenager I babysat for close family friends who had 3 boys and lived in a ramshackle rancher in a suburb of LA. Typically out of cash they had to scrape together loose change to pay me. The house had a yard of broken toys and tall weeds, rooms of clutter and chaos and on every wall of the house a large original painting by their friend Sam Francis.
After the kids disappeared into adulthood, their parents became Hare Krishnas and disappeared into the backstreets of New Dehli. But what happened to the paintings? Are they stacked in an "All You Can Store"? Did they garage sale them for a chant? Just what?
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
I stood on the rock sea wall staring out to sea . I watched the sun rise over the water and my disbelief turned to euphoria.
Now on a humdrum morning walking my dog along the sand I sometimes have to stop and remind myself of that sense of freedom and that euphoria..(and I have to remind myself how quickly joy can become ordinary)
Friday, August 24, 2007
When I was a kid during the dog days of summer we stayed out until 9 or 10 at night tearing around in the dark, unwashed and covered in mosquito bites. We played kick-the-can, hid out in forts we'd built in our unkempt backyards. We bounded between yards, spying on the adults drinking cocktails inside houses, and terrorized each other with wicked stories of creatures from lagoons. And all around us the deafening sound of crickets and the scrape of june bugs clinging to back door screens.
Now our neighborhoods are quiet. Kids are inside with computer screens or at little league games, or the mall.
What happened to the wildness? What happened to the crickets?
Thursday, August 23, 2007
I've never socialized with Christina, been to her house or she to mine and yet I consider her a friend. She's funny, creative and smart. She makes vintage clothing in a little studio behind her house, co-mothers two labs and used to be the cover "girl" on specialized greeting cards in Santa Cruz. And even though our contact is limited to the time it takes to cut my hair every 4 to 5 weeks we have a friendship.
It's interesting and heartening to understand all the ways there are to have friends in this life...and how much richer a life can be by just paying attention to these collective encounters.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Three old guys were the only other people inside. As we sat down one of the men said to us: Hope a lot of things blow up.
Man #2: We like it when things blow up.
Man#3: How could a lot of things blow up? This is rated PG.
Man #1: Well, we really like it though when things do blow up.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Totem pole in the making..
Flea market face....
Two musicians and a hand..
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Jeannette suggested "someone" call the SPCA to remove it. Lisa said maybe "we" should just put it in one of our trash barrels. I said maybe I could harvest the bones since I like to make sculptures using animal bones. "You'd do that?" Jeannette wanted to know. "Probably not", I said.
Meanwhile the little skunk, we decided it's a youngster, lies now by the side of the road in the shade of a big old cypress tree. Today someone suggested we dig a hole somewhere and bury the skunk. "Hmm", we all said. And so it goes...
It's just a good thing this is not a matter of life and death.
Friday, August 17, 2007
We went out in his old car at night on the back dirt roads outside of "town". I was an energetic learner, fast and fearless. Between the potholes and my enthusiasm the car was pretty demolished.
Since Pete didn't speak English my mother taught me a little apology speech to deliver to Pete whose only transportation had been severely compromised.
(excuse my in-exact and mis-spelled Spanish but this is the way I learned this speech) I said: Lo siento que yo quebre su automobile y cau-se ca-se poncho la llanta de su caro. Alguin dia yo voy a comprar para usted otro caro exactamente como este. (loosely translated: I'm sorry I broke your car and caused your tire to go flat. One day I will buy you another car just like this one.)
I wonder if Pete is still waiting?
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Today I sat in the waiting room to see my doctor. The walls of the room were bare, all 4 of them except for one sign near the receptionist:
"No-scalpel Vasectomies. Ask for details". Directly underneath this sign a small photo of a little league team in their blue uniforms smiling for the camera. I wasn't there for a vasectomy so I didn't ask for details...but anything's got to be better than a scalpel.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
When we moved into this house in the woods about 10 miles north of Sonora the neighbors on our left put their house up for sale and refused to allow their 12 year old son to come outside if we were home. We spent a lot of time inside learning new skills. Then our neighbors across the road sent a "death threat" letter to the realtor who sold us the house...we were beginning to feel a little uncomfortable and all the horn blowing in the world couldn't shake the feeling we might have made a mistake...
Our friend Gini owned a pottery shop downtown Sonora. Since we were unemployed and sick of the saxophone she gave us a job remodeling her store, doubling its size. It took us about 3 months and by then we were about ready to hit the road again. Our 'little adventure' lasted a total of six months before we packed up and moved on. (ah, dem were da days!)
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Finally a man next to us asked: Where are you headed?
She said: Iraq
Man: Been there before?
Soldier: No, this is my first tour.
Then they both fell silent and the young woman soldier continued to stare into space. Finally she retrieved her digital camera from a pocket and started flipping through pictures. I saw a faint smile cross her face and I imagined her looking at pictures of her family, maybe last night's sendoff with smiling nieces and a grandfather and weeping mother and a big brother looking proud.
I watched her from the corner of my eye wondering what led her to this place, this 4:00 AM airport about to take off for a war zone. I wondered how people come to be in such circumstances.
Later, after we boarded she walked past us toward the rear of the plane. I noticed a young male soldier boarding right behind her. Five minutes later a flight attendant retrieved both soldiers, brought them up the aisle and upgraded them to first class. A final touch of luxury before reality set in.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Here we are...the original three...
The men folk on kitchen duty...
Booji showing CC a little Canadian hospitality...a sign of affection in these parts!
I thought these were pretty cheery little snacks. They actually took my mind off reality for a few minutes. That and the Ativan...
Things are looking up. Here we are in the backseat of a Rolls Royce (circa 1982) on our way to the train station in Toronto!
This is more like it! Train station early in the morning...we're still first in line...