Thursday, June 26, 2008

It's true

They say only the boring get bored. Well, now you know everything about me.

Too much of a good thing?

I think I'm drinking too much water.

Birthday celebration

Please come in. I've got a fresh plate of hash and I'm wearing a brand new pair of polyester pants.

The proof's in the peas

While I don't remember my little brother, Mikie actually wearing a tie at the supper table, I do remember us eating a lot of spagehetti and peas.
Mikie hated peas.
When my mother wasn't looking he'd flip the peas one by one onto the floor where they'd roll underneath the refrigerator. My mother never was the wiser.
Some years later when we were clearing my mother's house out, there they were, the peas, tiny little black dots under the refrigerator, the evidence of a long ago crime.

LLPOF turns one!

And we've been partying all night at LLPOF headquarters...

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Dream come true?

When I was in the 5th grade I was tortured and bullied by a very sophisticated 10 year old smoker with perky red hair named Judy Hill. I dreamed every night that she met a terrible end. That she was old and ugly and sick. It probably all came true.

Too much to ask?

A few chickens and a yard. Do I want too much?


Will Sampson who played the physically imposing, mostly silent Chief Bromden in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest came into the Thunderbird Bar where we all hung out in the Mojave. Someone said he owned a piece of property in the area.
He'd sit alone at a table by the wall and drink Joyce's watered down drafts. He had hands the size of baseball mitts and he was as silent and imposing as he was in the film. Everyone said he was crazy and we were all afraid of him.
One night I bought him a beer. Everyone watched to see how he would react. He flicked an eye in my direction as way of thanks, (at least that's what I thought he was saying.) He drank the beer down in one simple swallow, left the bar and we never saw him again.
I liked to think it was good for my karma.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Experienced ghost writer wanted...

...apply within.

Threadbare but there

Sometimes joy goes undercover.

The lighthouse

A walk at the harbor early today.

More heart

Someone, in the night, has created a beautiful mosaic on one of the "cement jacks" near the lighthouse. I wonder if the harbor master will have enough heart to let it be. (click on image.)

Monday, June 23, 2008

Summer in Santa Cruz

A time when locals head inland and wait for fall.


Mathematics it is said, is the Poetry of the Universe. I'm a woman of remedial letters myself. I've never been able to put two and two together.

Fleeing felon

I was driving down Soquel Ave. the other day when I experienced a touch of road rage.
The back of my truck is covered with peace sentiments.
People must have thought I was driving a stolen vehicle.


I've been in traction but I'm coming around. The monkey, it seems, will always be queen.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Finding focus

I'll be meditating for the next few days. I'll be back just as soon as I tame this monkey mind.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Saving a crow

Irene saved a crow last night. She discovered the bird near the street, bleeding from the beak. People stopped by.
"Too far gone," they said.
"You can't save it," they said.
"Someone should put it out of its misery," they said.
Meanwhile the bird lay by the mailbox, unable to move, ants encroaching. We called the Native Animal Rescue number. We'd have to bring the bird to them. Trouble is, we were a little afraid of the bird.
Irene broke the stalemate, loaded the unresisting animal into a box and we drove it to the rescue place which is a house nearby run by a woman with donations only. She did a cursory exam and took the animal in. Irene is a woman of action. She stepped up. She did the right thing. While a hoard of passers-by counted the crow out Irene took it in.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Land of the lawless

When I moved to the Mojave in 1972 we had a ten person party line and our phone number had 4 digits. We'd all get into great battles over phone use. Some people left their phones off the hook to tie up the lines. Others hurled insults. Some just listened in to every conversation. Some times the phone system was out of commission for days, all of us just waiting for the other nine families to blink. We were a lawless bunch.


I didn't wear shoes regularly until I was about 27. It was the only way I knew to stay in touch with the planet.


I've been abducted by aliens.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Lagging behind

I'm looking for my game face. Back soon.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Tidy tip

Never suffer another errant lemon squirt or sailing seed. Keep things under control with this handy product.

Planning ahead

My latest bumper sticker.

Young at heart

We went to see Young At Heart yesterday, a musical/documentery about a chorus made up of people whose average age is 85. It may sound trite but this film is another reminder of the importance of living in the moment. And another reminder of the miracle of the human spirit.

Monday, June 9, 2008


I'll be back just as soon as I'm free.

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Coyotes and Crows

This morning before sunrise Annie Bones and I were in our little front yard when we heard the riotous sound of a murder of crows. They swooped from a nearby Cypress and while Annie went crazy I watched a thin brown coyote who came running down our street just ahead of the swarm of birds. It stopped once and looked back at Annie, then ran into a neighbor's field.
Seeing a coyote on this street in what is almost downtown Santa Cruz is a first for me.
In 2000 Irene and my son and I drove through the dirt roads in the desert near his house looking for the perfect place to scatter my sister's ashes. We followed a crow that swooped ahead of us until it landed on the highest spine of a Joshua tree.
We came around the corner, stopped and watched the crow who seemed to be calling to us. There at the base of the tree was a coyote, standing completely still for one moment, watching us watching it. It turned after a moment and headed into the brush.
This was the place. This Joshua tree came to be known as Beki's Tree.
This morning I feel as if my sister came by just to say hello.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Baudiness at breakfast?

This morning as Annie Bones and I took our walk we passed a pre-school yard filled with screaming 3 year olds. Not an adult in sight. One little girl, dangling from a jungle gym sang out as we passed, "The teacher is naked!" I wonder what that was all about?

RFK November 1925 - June 1968

Remembering Bobby Kennedy.

Where are the butterflies?

We have a butterfly bush growing outside our backdoor. It's a volunteer, just moved right in. So far the snails haven't discovered it and it's showing its appreciation with huge purple blooms. The butterflies haven't discovered it yet either. So far it is just ours.

Where the heart is

We were exploring the back roads of the Mojave in March and came across this little place with a confluence of dirt roads and granite boulders. And tucked into the crevices a couple of desert houses. The few people who live here call it Adobe Gulch. (I think it's unincorporated.)

New hobby

We have a new hobby around here. We have contests. We laugh. We have such fun.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008


The thing about Mrs. Peek, she makes a mighty fine pudding.


When I was growing up we had an array of animals: hampsters, chickens, cats, gold fish, guinea pigs, rabbits, dogs, white rats. But I never had a pony.

Fun choices

Up early, wondering, "Should I eat this cheese sandwich?"

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

The bottom line

It's hard and it's sad to give up a dream and move on to another one. But you do it.

Real estate

I'm looking for a piece of land in the desert where I can just come and go, where people will hardly know I've been. Where I won't be expected to build a sub-division. Or keep my dog quiet. Where there's no such thing as "appearances".


I bought another hat yesterday. The 3rd this week. Once I bought 17 pairs of jeans in 6 weeks. It's much easier to keep track of a one-track mind.

At the flea

Me: You know how I've been wanting to return to my hippy roots?

Irene: Yeah?

Me: Well, I almost bought a tie dyed t-shirt today.

Irene: Why didn't you?

Me: I didn't really like the quality of the cotton.

Irene: Gentrification. It's everywhere.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Excuse me

I find myself in a snarl of red tape. I'll be back just as soon as I can untangle things.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Out to lunch

I'll be back when I finish this pot roast.